Friday, May 17, 2013
John Clare, the romantic poet, wrote of house flies:
"These little window dwellers, in cottages and halls, were always entertaining to me; after dancing in the window all day from sunrise to sunset they would sip of the tea, drink of the beer, and eat of the sugar, and be welcome all summer long. They look like things of mind or fairies, and seem pleased or dull as the weather permits. In many clean cottages and genteel houses, they are allowed every liberty to creep, fly, or do as they like; and seldom or ever do wrong. In fact they are the small or dwarfish portion of our own family, and so many fairy familiars that we know and treat as one of ourselves."
We have been in this house for 9 years and this is the first year that ants have invited themselves in. They are tiny and black. They are such diligent hard workers and I cannot bring myself to administer the death penalty. I'll try cucumber or citrus peels to see if they REALLY repulse ants. Sounds like an old-wives tale to me, but I am an old wife.
Crackers: 1 Me: 17
I am beating the crackers and the one relapse was, perhaps, a reminder that I am human.