Sugar Ant Invasion

downloadI’ve always thought the little brown or reddish ants you’d spot at the edge of the counter now and then were pretty inoffensive.  What did I know?  Those were advance guards; now the regular infantry troops are marching through my bathroom, across the door jambs, into the kitchen, and spreading into a shock-and-awe sort of pattern around my sink and counters.

Except for some old fashion American insecticides (Raid! or Defcon!), everyone wants you to know your adversary.  I’m suspicious. I don’t want greater intimacy with something I plan to kill. But the arguments makes some sense.  Watch where they come from and where they go, then you can disrupt their scent trails… …and they’ll all go away?

So by now the river of ants is more of a morning rush hour on the interstate.  I mean, these beasties can move!  And they stick sideways and upside-down, with no lessening of speed or agility.   I’d like to take more time to research and develop military strategies for this battle, but they’re now spilling into the sink like orcs into whatever….

I cut short the development phase and slapped together a multi-purpose spray to confuse, discourage, and finally, even kill the marching hordes.

1 cup water
1 cup white vinegar
6 drops peppermint oil
6 drops eucalyptus oil
4 drops lemon oil
4 drops lavender oil
1 squirt of dish liquid
In a spray bottle.

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Tiny Accomplishments

I’ve already written about the activities of my day on Sunday. It’s the turning moment to Monday in North Carolina (EDT) and I’m winding down, trying to settle enough to sleep. I’m just feeling so happy. No particular cause. No assistive substances. No magical interaction with others. Just chores and tiny accomplishments.

Right there–that’s it! Tiny accomplishments. God, I love those. They sparkle through my blood and lift my spirits. They throw off all kinds of energy and juiciness–I’m big on living juicy. There’s no point in a neat, dry, precise life when great whooshes of juice can come flying through…. just from tiny accomplishments. I rearranged some furniture. I swept, I did some dishes. I solved a minor household problem. I remembered birdseed and fabric softener. I enjoyed my meal. I got a light in a dark corner.

There is nothing in that litany that justifies my present level of delight. It’s just a fucking gift of God. A glorious whoosh of juicy divine love. And it’s all mine, all yours too.

I bow my head in delighted acceptance of this wondrous divine blessing of a happy nature.