One thing is true. We have had no ants in our pants. But we have had ants in the kitchen and in the living room and in Ken's office. They love our iPads and computers. Our exterminator has become our new best friend. And we know a lot about Argentine ants.
These Argentine ants were introduced into the south just a few years ago and nothing really eats them. They are tiny, less than a millimeter in length. And they hate rain, so when the rain comes down, these ants search for dry spots, so find their way indoors. Their homes are in trees and only come out of the tree when it pours. They do not like wet feet.
So far, the exterminator has come to our house six times in the last two weeks. We thought we had gotten ahead of the problem but yesterday morning when the house was being washed, thousands of these tiny ants could be seen in the living room just under the windows. We sprayed and this afternoon, our bug man came once again and sprayed both inside and out. We are making head way. We now see thousands rather than the millions of last week. And if the rains will stop, these ants will stay up where they belong.
The exterminator tells us that they have never before had an infestation of these ants such as this year. Fortunately, they do not bite and are tiny. But I am ready to have them gone. The exterminator is having good business but even he is ready to get them gone. Once again, a good sense of humor is a major asset. We are grateful for having no ants in our pants.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
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