One night I noticed a bunch of ants in the bathroom. The next morning, there were tons in the kitchen. There aren't so many ants in our house that I have felt in need to put down poison or call the exterminator (yet), but they still haven't gone away. At first I was a bit upset about them (cockroaches still too fresh on the mind), but I realized they are a blessing in disguise. Why? Talmage is absolutely fascinated with them. He plays much more contentedly now that he has some little buddies to play with...and study...and squish with passion!
He will often come up to me, ask for one of my shoes, and then run over to a small gathering of ants and smash them skillfully. He has got some pretty amazing wrist action. More often than that he will stomp them himself or smash them with his fingers. He loves to catch them and run up to me exclaiming, "Ant, ant, ant!" If he is fussy, all I have to do is ask him to find an ant, and he is almost always happy again. The first thing he says when he talks on the phone (he regularly talks on the phone to Sam, my mom, or others) is "Ants! Ants! Ants!" Even after several weeks of having them around he loves them. He loves including ants in his prayers. Thankfully these ones usually don't bite! But when they do it feels almost like a bee sting--at least mine did!
It seems that no matter how much I clean they can find a crumb, and a line of ants will come out of the tiniest crack in the most random place. They must be filling our floorboards or something! These ants were trying to get back into the hole they came out of--an almost imperceptible hole in the grout underneath the disposal switch. That one carrying the crumb couldn't fit back in with the crumb. Ha.
This is what our mornings look like. :)
I'm sure one of these days I'll get fed up enough to do something about it, but for now our little visitors can stay...as long as their numbers are few. No toy has occupied this little guy so effectively.