Most of you will know that California is suffering through a terrible drought as well as a financial crisis. Watering of outside plants, etc., is restricted to two days a week, before 9AM. I barely water my back yard and it's been very hot, which means that a battalion of ants have recently come marching under my kitchen door, looking for water as much as the scraps of food Ollie may have dropped from his bowl during one of his picky eating sessions.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to find ants trailing up the side of the stove and circling the burners. I got out the bleach spray and cleaned, and the ants retreated. This morning, it was cool enough to make a cup of tea, so I put the kettle on. I let the tea steep, then poured milk into the cup. Black bits floated up to the rim: I figured they were tea leaves, till I looked closer and saw they were dead ants. I dumped everything down the sink, rinsed and started over.
The scouts drowned looking for water and then were boiled. There's the hint of a Greek tragedy in that, or a John Ford western.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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