DAY 263: ANT ATTACK STRETCHES MY COMPASSION TOO FAR
‘Have they come to your house yet?’ asked our neighbour whilst standing in the street a few days ago. She had just emerged from spraying her house with bleach.
Yesterday they appeared at ours.
A swarm of black dots from under the skirting board. Attack of the ants. These things don’t make the headlines but they do in our house.
Our dog, Bug, was amazed to see something smaller and blacker than him (‘we’re wearing the same dress to the same party!’ said Bug with silent fury, ‘yeh, but at least we ARE bugs’ said the ants with pride) and so Bug pawed at the floor repeatedly and the ants did their little dance.
‘I’ll deal with it’ said Ann briskly
At first I quickly agreed. Urgh bugs…etc. But then, realising I am meant to be compassionate (and sometimes I forget) I asked later, sheppishly, ‘Can we kill them humanely?’
Ann’s shoulders sunk in a now familiar way. ‘They are ants.’
We’d been over this territory many times now – spiders, slugs, flies, and I was beginning to see her point better than the insects’: how far can this compassion thing go? Do I not fart in bed for fear of killing a bed mite?
‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘but perhaps we could put some food somewhere else… or put a sign up and ask them to leave?’ Ann looked at me unimpressed. ‘Or…’ I said having a proper idea ‘ could we get the sexiest ant and take it outside so they all follow’ That’s what they do with bees right?
‘I’m getting some spray’ she said.
Then I did what I always do when I’m morally confused. I went online. I’d advise it next time you aren’t sure of your life’s true direction.
Healthypages.co.uk had a forum about humane disposal of ants…naturally enough
Someone called ‘Nishira’ wrote (with what appears to be a catholic icon/photo above her name…or was it Buddhist?):
“I tried to do some mental praying to the ants to let them know that danger lay ahead and that they are not welcome, and if they don’t leave – i’ll have to spray and bomb the area – and if they don’t heed my mental warnings i’m afraid i’ll have to resort to killing them’
I wondered what Nishira looked like. Perhaps it was a man. Other comments were on similar lines of ‘either we pray or we murder them’. Maybe it was a catholic thing but I felt there ought to be a middle ground between godliness and global destruction. Nevertheless only one other person had another suggestion on the forum and that involved scattering polenta on the floor .. although apparently this mande the ants stronger and come back for more.
I too like polenta.
And so does Bug.
I sat in the other room and winced a little as I heard Ann spray the area next door. But truth be told …I have to tell you, I don’t find it easy to care for ants. Especially if they emerge in their hundreds from the floor screaming your name with blood in their voices. OK…they emerge from the floor.
My compassion stops short at flies.
This is probably a weakness but it I feel it illustrates an important point: we all have a boundary to our compassion. That is not right or wrong, it’s just the way it is. No doubt I should extend mine but for now the elastic has stretched as far as it can go and if I go all the way to ants I fear it will snap back into my face.
I’m with Ann on this one. Hate me if you must but I am but weak.
Ant burger anyone?