Ant Wars India: Conclusion

Ant Wars India: Conclusion

The ant wars are over. It’s been over a week since we saw our last ant. It is impossible to describe just how pleasant it is to be able to leave dishes in our sink again for our maid to wash. We’ve been spoiled over the last 18 months and doing dishes was a serious downer. But here we are a week later, a sink full of dishes, and not a single ant in sight. What happened?

Since last documenting our efforts, three things changed:

It rained.

If the ants were seeking water, they were not finding it inside the house. We fastidiously wiped every surface and the sink after each use. It is possible they simply left because they were thirsty.

We sealed a bunch of cracks.

Rawoof, the wonder driver, purchased cement to seal as many of the cracks in the walls as we could reach. Ants continued to appear from the cabinet under the sink after the cracks were sealed, likely entering through the unreachable area behind the sink. It was unreachable to humans, the ants had no problem finding it. But sealing the cracks likely helped to dissuade them.

I cooked up two batches of American ant killer combined with India-sourced food.

Using the ant traps from the US, agave syrup for one, and peanut butter for another, we prepared two meals for our ant guests. Both meals were take-away, designed to bring home and share with the rest of the ant family, which they did. It would have taken several days for the ants to fully appreciate their predicament, which most closely fits with their eventual disappearance.

I am left with a karma deficit.

As I write this I am desperately trying to figure out how best to replenish my karma balance without having to violate any personal goals—like pretending to be nice to people. I realize being nice is one of the best ways to restock, but it’s not in my nature. I don’t like people.

If there are any ideas that don’t involve having to interact with other humans, please share in the comments. Perhaps something with dogs, or maybe pouring honey atop an ant hill in the middle of a field—quantity depleted the karma account, perhaps it can refill it just as fast.

Does being nice to your grandchildren count?

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