Ant So The End Is Near

I've been very passionate about ants since the day I discovered a trail of them strolling on my kitchen top. Since then, (some may remember me blogging about this before) I would spend at least half an hour each day, with a piece of scotch tape in my hands, trying to catch all the ants.

Most people I tell to about the ants in the Jemej kitchen would think I'm just over-reacting, being too paranoid. It's something that even my own husband find amusing, has difficulty deciphering why. A night in the Jemej household would be something like this: The Boy on the couch watching TV, me squatting on the floor catching ants.

I have never understood why they can appear out of nowhere, and are just randomly running around. I've checked so many times, there is ABSOLUTELY NO FOOD for them. ABSOLUTELY NO ENTERTAINMENT for them. So why are they still hanging around?! I've sprayed Bygon into a few holes between the floor tiles, and a while later, a pool of them would lie dead around the crime scene. The satisfaction doesn't last long though. The next day, some more of them would still be running around.

To a point, I begin to think whether I'm hallucinating. There can't be so many ants, they seem endless! I even told The Boy, "If one night, while we're sleeping, an army of ants come and carry me away, you promise me you'll save me ok?"

A roll of scotch tape - you wouldn't think this belongs in the kitchen. But it does, in the Jemej kitchen.


Tonight, while I was doing my usual taping of the ants, I started tracing them to a source which I found odd. There seems to be quite a fair number of them running about this source. I always know I can find them around here, but I never found anything suspicious about this source then. The source - the boiler base plate of our kettle. Curiously, I lifted up the base, and to my horror of horrors, A NEST OF ANTS started crawling out from within!!!! ARGH!!!!!!

I SCREAMED. I grabbed the scotch tape. I screamed for The Boy to come help me tape all of them down. They were crawling onto my hands, IT WAS NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. OH-MY-GOD!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!

The Boy had no choice but to dip the whole base into water, as there were too many ants running around. Finally, we had no choice but to throw the base away, as it stated at the bottom "DO NOT IMMERSE IN WATER". Right till he brought the base to the rubbish chute outside, he had ants running over him as well.... ARGH!!!!!!


So the base is gone. What's left is our lonely, traumatised kettle. I wonder if Harvey Norman would sell spare parts.


But AT LAST!!! It is the end of the mystery of the roving ants. At least for now. I still feel itch on my hands. ARGH.