After the con events of the day, we swung by La Jolla so Mary Ann could get a few more pictures of the seals, and then the commute 25 miles back into the hot country where the RV is parked. The first thing I did when getting home was to check for ants, and there they were.
We had been warned that there was an ant infestation in this camp. All the RV’s have their tires surrounded by Comet cleaner, in the hopes that it will slow them down. I had done the same last night, even dusting the power cord where it was connected to the sites power pole. But it wasn’t enough. The Comet is a temporary thing, I guess, because although it stopped them at first, they had made a path both through the powder on the ground and on the power cord.
I had bought a can of Raid at the gas station, expecting this. I changed clothes, crawled under the RV and spread more Comet, and then traced the ant trails, dosing their path with Raid.
I know it won’t stop them, but it’ll reduce their numbers for a while. I have a feeling I’ll be doing this every day until we check out. I have a great deal of respect for the power of large numbers, persistence, and millions of years of instinct.