Ants vs Me
Observations from daily living
This week I came to the conclusion that a war was raging. Ants vs. Karyl. It just became a tiresome task to divert their trails through the kitchen. I tried old time remedies but it seemed those ants had more reinforcements than I. They seemed very determined to find refreshing water in my sink. The time for insecticide had come. After hunting among the bottles of various toxins for weeds and vermin, I found exactly what I wanted. Since it had been a year that I had been forced to rid the house of ants, and yard of fleas, it was necessary to read the label instructions and not rely on my memory as to the ratio of poison to water.
Since my macular degeneration makes reading fine print difficult, I found a grandson to read the label for me. We struggled through where to spray, when to spray, how to spray, and how to clean up. Finally, at the end of the reading was a section called, “Precautions.” Since Kholton just finished fifth grade, precautions was not yet in his vocabulary. I explained, “Well, that is what to do if you don’t read the directions.” His reply: “We don’t need to read this then, do we?”
Oh, that we were all that positive! Don’t worry about the wrong thing, just do the right thing. The Apostle Paul said of the Roman Believers, “. . . yet I would have you wise unto that which is good, and simple concerning evil.” Warnings are necessary, but the good needs to come first; then the precautionary measures. Concentrating on the correct will eliminate the incorrect. (Mostly.)
By the way, I have not seen an ant since I “discouraged” them.