I feel guilty squishing ants because they are so beautiful. I love watching their tiny legs move and how much they can carry in their mandibles. I admire their relentless drive to gather free things that I leave behind. And I respect their teamwork.
Still, there’s no reasoning with ants. Their assault on my kitchen, my bathroom, and even occasionally my laundry basket never stops. I’d be happy to bribe them, to pay tribute, anything really, if they would just agree on treaty rights.
I tolerated them sucking up the leftover syrup on a breakfast plate. I marveled at their cunning ability to find the tiniest gap in a bag of sweets and sneak in there, but when they invaded the outlet next to the kitchen sink, turning it into a nursery chamber, I drew the line.
I’m now at war with the ants. I can squish them, deprive them of food, and poison them. But as much as I want them to be under my thumb, I fear the opposite may actually be the case.
Terrapin Tales 
I am not a pest control advertiser, but they may be kept away for not much of an outlay. Another reference source may be http://www.bobvila.com. I seem to remember that he offered a few humane methods of dealing with the little ***** without hurting the environment………
Is anyone sailing yet? I am looking for someone to go out with me, when it is warm enough, in the Goat Island Skiff that I completed in 2020. I have never sailed and want to go out 1-3 times with an experienced dinghy sailor to help me identify my boats behavioral particulars.
I’ll come, just promise me there will be no ants involved.