Friday night, my Patient Husband and Kiddo#1 went to a ball game, giving this mom a much-coveted Night Alone. My Patient Husband’s Former Officemate (who had enabled the scoring of said tickets in the first place) didn’t realize that I too was the beneficiary of his ticket-obtaining prowess.
I spent the night with the baby in bed while I sat on the bedroom floor and played with my sketch pad, wrote a bit in my journal, and finished a book I’ll be reviewing here later this week. All told, a quiet night for a Philangelus who lives in a too-noisy world.
Remember, God looks out for fools, drunks, the United States of America, and me. Because thank heaven the next thing didn’t happen while I was alone.
On Saturday night, I was playing with two kitties and the “cat dancer” (their favorite toy) when I noticed I could hear the scrabbling of kitty paws even when the kitties were not moving. Hm.
Now, I believe in angels, but I’m not so much into ghosts and haunted houses (although that’s its own blog entry.) I was definitely hearing a crinkling or crackling sound, so when my Patient Husband came into the bedroom, I said, “Is it raining?” No, it wasn’t. “Then what am I hearing?”
It was shortly determined that whatever I could hear was on the other side of the wall. As in, between the outer wall of the house and the inner wall. We couldn’t determine who or what, only “Yes, we’ve acquired a tenant.”
But how to evict it? And would it finish eating our house before we could call an pest control service on Monday morning? I slept with my rosary clutched in my hand all night.
With the use of my Mad Sleuthing Skillz (you didn’t know I had those, did you?) I eventually settled on a best guess: carpenter ants. On the outer wall of the house, we couldn’t see an entry point for wasps (my big fear) and the sound was too constant to be mammals. It had to be a colony of something with six legs. And it couldn’t possibly be termites because termites would be Terribly Bad, and therefore they couldn’t be termites. Got it? Not termites. Because they wouldn’t be.
Well, to make a long blog shorter, on Monday at 8AM I phoned Angelborough Pest Removal Services and said, “Uh, help?” and they said, “Let me guess? Someone is eating your house? Is 9AM okay?” I agreed that one hour was probably an okay time to wait.
By 9:30, the guy had come and gone, with all sorts of awesome tools. He had, for starters, his ear, which he pressed to the wall and said, “Yeah. Carpenter ants.” I guess they sing or something? He had a sprayer that he could use to coat our entire chimney in AntBeGone while standing on the ground, and he sprayed the interior of the house. He drilled two holes in the drywall, sprayed in AntBeGone with a tube and a breather bag, and then had two little pegs that fit exactly in to the holes he drilled. He even had (and this is the mark of a true professional) a license plate that said “NO BUGZ.” You can’t beat that.
The ants should move out in three to six weeks, he said. Otherwise he’ll come and do it all over again. If the house is still standing.
Until then, listen closely for the pitter-patter of tiny little feet. Millions of them.