After ants invaded his home, Bruce Stoffmacher finds the silver lining in dealing with the infestation.
I first noticed the conga line of ants marching up the door frame after the deluge of recent rains. They were marching to a chemical rhythm telling them to escape the soil outside, now a turbid muck too full of water.
I reacted with alarm and curiosity. My home, with its warmth and safety for humans, dogs and assorted house plants, was now infested with an alien species.
I overcame my instinct to kill the ants, and instead bent down, saw them crawl under the door and along the wall to a teeny hole in the wainscoting behind the piano.
I got out my trusty caulking gun and sealed up the hole, but the next day to my surprise, they were still there. There was a gap in the window above the piano, and those adventurous ants found a new front door to our living room.