shereads
Sloganless
- Joined
- Jun 6, 2003
- Posts
- 19,242
I could lose my Sierra Club Decoder Ring for this, not to mention my future as an entymologist.
I decided to repot a bougainvillea on the deck. Struggled to loosen the roots from the old pot. Finally lifted out the plant, only to discover that
EWWWWW
my hands and arm were covered with ants! Not just ants, but ants carrying tiny white larvae things!
Gak
Grabbed garden hose. Hosed down arms. Looked in bottom of "empty" terra cotta pot and found it covered with ants carrying tiny white larvae things. Not only ants, but also zillions of
URP
hideous tiny pale spiders. Countless, frantically racing-in-circles pale spiders of some mutant underground species that lives in ant colonies and dines on...
Eww!
Something snapped. My inner tree-hugger, who will spend an hour catching a baby lizard to release it outdoors so it won't die of dehydration in the air-conditioned house, and who used to cry when someone killed a spider, had an out-of-body experience, turned the hose to high-pressure jet blast, and took aim at that huge, seething ant/larvae/spider glob.
Dumped the dead insects and their watery grave over the side of the deck into the ferns. (Short-cut to composting.) Felt briefly guilty. Went to get bag of potting soil and returned to find that
Ulp!
they were back. Crawling all over the deck and the deck rail and circling the rim of the pot. Jet-blasted the hideous zombie-bug-things, dumped them over the side again into the ferns. Reached for the bag of potting soil and GOT ANTS ON MY HANDS AND ARMS AGAIN. They were all over the bag. Larvae, spiders, the works.
What is this, the Telltale Heart? The Amityville Horror?
To hell with the bougainvillia. I can't go back out there.
I decided to repot a bougainvillea on the deck. Struggled to loosen the roots from the old pot. Finally lifted out the plant, only to discover that
EWWWWW
my hands and arm were covered with ants! Not just ants, but ants carrying tiny white larvae things!
Gak
Grabbed garden hose. Hosed down arms. Looked in bottom of "empty" terra cotta pot and found it covered with ants carrying tiny white larvae things. Not only ants, but also zillions of
URP
hideous tiny pale spiders. Countless, frantically racing-in-circles pale spiders of some mutant underground species that lives in ant colonies and dines on...
Eww!
Something snapped. My inner tree-hugger, who will spend an hour catching a baby lizard to release it outdoors so it won't die of dehydration in the air-conditioned house, and who used to cry when someone killed a spider, had an out-of-body experience, turned the hose to high-pressure jet blast, and took aim at that huge, seething ant/larvae/spider glob.
Dumped the dead insects and their watery grave over the side of the deck into the ferns. (Short-cut to composting.) Felt briefly guilty. Went to get bag of potting soil and returned to find that
Ulp!
they were back. Crawling all over the deck and the deck rail and circling the rim of the pot. Jet-blasted the hideous zombie-bug-things, dumped them over the side again into the ferns. Reached for the bag of potting soil and GOT ANTS ON MY HANDS AND ARMS AGAIN. They were all over the bag. Larvae, spiders, the works.
What is this, the Telltale Heart? The Amityville Horror?
To hell with the bougainvillia. I can't go back out there.
Last edited: