Last night we had a minor panic when we found a whole bunch of ants eating a bit of flour that had been spilled in the kitchen. I didn't know ants ate flour, but there you go. Alison got out the trusty
Dyson and set to work. I don't think many of them survived. Anyway, we thought that was it for the time being...
BUT NO!
Alison left some chicken breasts defrosting in a bowl on the work surface over night. We went into the kitchen for breakfast this morning to find that the ants had trooped up the side of the unit, onto the top and into the bowl and were munching on our chicken! How rude! Needless to say, the vacuum cleaner came out again and they got their comeuppance. The chicken had to go in the bin. Damn.
The upshot of all this is... what the hell kind of weird ants have we got living under our house? Ants are meant to eat jam and honey and crawl into half empty glasses of orange juice and drown. They like sweet things! They crawl into the sugar bowl and lug off granules to feed to the evil queen. Since when do they eat flour and chicken? Are they on some crazy diet? Stupid ants.
Anyway. Alison is going to get some ant killer powder stuff.
Bye for now.
