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(Ok, where was I? Oh, yes, I was going to write about beginning negotiations with the ants. Also, if you started with THIS post you must scroll down to part 1 and start at the beginning or this won't make sense.)
So, I loudly proclaimed (8) to the ants in my kitchen that I would not hurt them if they would PLEASE just step outside, AND STAY THERE!
The ants did not listen to me and returned the next day, only WITH MORE RECRUITS. This time they were all over the place (except of course, the floor). I ranted and raved; growled and hollered at them, "DIE YOU B...(well, you fill in the blanks). This tack was not working.
I scoured my counter tops three times a day, and they still kept coming. I smeared liquid soap on the counters,which did slow them down only because I think they had to detour through the bathroom. However, later that day, I forgot and made a sandwich on that same counter. I was given a nasty surprise (9). DARN THOSE ANTS!
I don't like chemical warfare so ant poison was not an option. The very memory of having taken a bite of soap marinated sandwich told me that poison would be something I should avoid (shudder).Also, I do not like watching them writhe in their death throws from pesticides. I mean, the soap would only give them diarrhea (hence the detour through the bathroom), but, poison, well, is poison. So smashing seemed be the only acceptable method of extermination.
Teaser: Part 5 of 5 contains the ants "Bill of Promises."