Lilacs and ant attacks

The other day, Austin and I had a little friend visit our cozy home, let's call him Columbus. Little did we know that Columbus was a scout for a very terrifying army of hundreds, nay thousands. He infiltrated the duplex far too easily, found the easiest route to the target and completed his mission successfully. Then, to complete this dastardly deed, he told the Queen of his findings in this new land. She ordered the army to immediately attack the new land and prepare to take over. One by one, these little guys appeared, seemingly harmless into our home. Ants do not threaten me. They don't "bug" me (pun, very much, intended). So as I saw one I would just squish it and flush it down the toilet without a squeak or a squeal. Then I noticed that I was killed quite a few of Columbus' comrades and I became concerned. Austin and I decided that we needed to form a counter-attack. I followed these little fellas from our front door across our living room, into the dining room, and into our kitchen. Now, that we knew the route we began to vacuum them up and clean the route so they wouldn't be able to follow Columbus' route. Most importantly, we had to find where their home base was located. While I accumulated the weapons (baking soda and boiling water), Austin left in search of the hill. We both followed many ants, dug holes in the front flower beds and poured baking soda every where on the front porch. It looked like we were "warding off witches", as Austin put it. Finally, I saw a tiny ant crawl into some dirt. I noticed that this dirt was very fine and started digging it up. EUREKA! We found their home base! We got the hot water and poured it down. Looking back I feel really bad about this, however...they started it.

Anyway, the good that came out of this was that I found the lovely blooms of the lilac bush in our front yard. I quickly cut some stems and put them in a vase. They remind me a lot of my grandma. Also, they make our house smell wonderful.




Aren't they pretty?