Saturday morning I was standing at my kitchen counter when a small ant walked by…just one, strolling along nice as you please. Well he was, until I ended his tiny little life. I wondered where he came from but didn’t give it much thought and went on with my day.
That evening I saw three ants on the counter. What the heck! I don’t have any open food, nothing to attract them. Just who do they think they are invading my kitchen, and for what purpose? It isn’t as if I have a feast laid out for the taking. More like starvation mode when it comes to open food availability. Yet there they were. Were, as in past tense, I ended their lives abruptly.
Easter Sunday and the troops have gathered. A little march of several ants daintily prancing across the back edge of my counter. Time for major action. I get out the bottle of Clorox Cleanup, their lives and trails are about to come to a chemically abrupt halt. I plan to start my cleanup where I saw them. They’re gone! Where did they go? Did they some how have a sixth sense about what my plans were and went into hiding?
Not to be deterred I started at that end of the counter and began my chemically enhanced assault on their chosen trail. I began a clean and search mission to determine what was attracting them. My first thought was the catch trays on the toaster. Nope, no ants there, but they are now clean and empty. They weren’t attempting to invade my candy dish of Werther’s Originals, nor were they near my dish of York Peppermint Patties. These ants obviously don’t have a sweet tooth.
I’m working my way across the counter, moving things, spraying with Clorox Clean-up and wiping everything down. The smell of the bleach in the product should help to deter the ants, at least for a small while. I haven’t seen a single one as I’m cleaning. Where did they go?
Then I move the coffee maker to spray the counter underneath it. Wow! Numerous ants under the machine happily milling around. When I had a pot of coffee run over there must have been some on the bottom of the machine when I moved it back into place, and it had created a dried puddle of coffee on the counter. That is where the ants were congregated.
I would have never suspected ants to be congregated in mass proportions under a coffee machine. Is it the coffee they are attracted to, or the caffeine? They were not inside the coffee grounds, only under the machine. How were they consuming or transporting that sticky residue? Does the caffeine give them a nice burst of energy like it does some humans? One thing I do not want is ants operating on high energy in my house.
Those ants experienced a very sudden chemical bomb delivered via spray bottle filled with Clorox Clean-up. If anyone feels sympathy for them, it was a very quick death so suffering would have been minimal and death instantaneous. In fact the ants died much faster than the removal of the stain. As difficult as it was to clean up, I can’t imagine how those ants were getting any benefit from it.
The good news is I have not seen a single ant since Easter morning. Either I have killed them all off (as if I really believe that), or they no longer have a purpose in traversing my counter. Of course they could be lying in wait, hoping for another coffee run-over.
Summer hasn’t even started yet, so I doubt I will be lucky enough not to see those pesky little critters again. When I do the first place I will check is the coffee maker, chemical bomb in hand, ready to inflict mass destruction on their invasive little bodies. I think a killer instinct in me has emerged.