Not in my pants.
But at my back door.
It's almost September, and thus time for the ants to arrive inside. It happens every year... just about now. (See my post on this topic from August 25th of last year.)
Last year I used up the dregs of the UK imported ant syrup that my friend Kay passed on before she repatriated. So this year it's Raid ant traps from the US.
This morning I saw the long line of Formicidae making a bee-line for the dog food.
I mentioned it to ayi, and then tried (in vain) to find the anti-ant combatants. Of course in my cloudy and jet-legged stage I couldn't remember exactly where it ended up when I stocked up last year on extermination supplies.
"I can't find the ant stuff..." I told the ayi apologetically.
"It's okay," she answered matter-of-factly, "We can just leave the door open and they'll walk out again."
