I have a suicide problem in my apartment. Thousands of lives have extinguished themselves over the last couple of days. Poor little things.
Dead ant . . . Dead ant . . . Dead-ant. Dead-ant. Dead-ant. Dead-ant. DEAD-ANT!
The little buggers are marching one-by-one through a tiny crack in the outside of the icebox. Probably it seems like a good idea, since the motor of the freezer is probably putting out heat. It’s been pretty cold around here (well, cold for here), so I’m sure they’re just wanting to warm up. However, we all know what’s going on inside a freezer.
When I came home yesterday, I followed their little trail, up the side of the icebox to this little space, and I opened up the freezer, and there inside, was a huge pile of dead frozen ants.
It’s terrible, really.
I’ve sprinkled cinnamon around everywhere, and cleaned up as best I can . . . I just hope that I can deter them. I killed a couple, but I hate doing that. I would prefer it if they just went along on their happy little ways, back to their colony with some noms.
