It is now the dead of winter down here (a 56 low defining such an occurrence) and our ant problem has yet to abate. This morning there was one lying dead in my toothpaste tube. Now I’ve found them just about everywhere else, but this is a first. Also a first, I felt rather sorry for this poor soul. I mean death by toothpaste just is NOT a very heroic death. I’m sure he was desperately searching for food for some massive and poorly shod family and just happed to take a wrong turn on the way. After all, the kitchen and bathroom are directly across from each other.
But do not despair little Ant. Your memory will forever live through me.