I don’t mean exotic, frozen chocolate covered treats. Ants have found their way into my freezer.
Where they die of the cold. And Cath or I clean them out, making room for the hundred or so more to follow, finding their way into our freezer to die.As I understand it, ants don’t swarm until there is something to swarm about. One ant finds food, sends out word, and they orderly file up, get food, and file away.
They swarm our cat’s food. I get that.
They swarm the dishes that I forgot to clean last night. I get that.
But what is the advantage of mass freezercide?
Is it a cult thing? Is there a Jim Jones ant who can’t find Kool-aid?
Or is it a misguided quest for the mother lode – a Ponce de Leant leading followers toward a mythical fountain of food?
Cath thinks that we are now the owners of the Legendary Ant Graveyard, where all ants go to die. Doesn't look anywhere near as awe-inspiring as the elephant version.
The bigger question is – how does one stop suicidal ants? We have wiped down the edges with a mint spray, which doesn’t seem to take.
For obvious reasons, we are reluctant to Raid our fridge. (Pun unintended. But I like it. So let's pretend I intended the pun.)
Just my thoughts,