A while back in Conil Spain, where I parked there was only one tree I could use for a washing line. It was just perfect, allowing me to hang out the bed linen for a quick dry.
Some time later, my eyes were attracted to a shimmering, as if the sun was glinting off to top of the bed cover. Rather attractive I thought as I investigated further. The washing line had become an M1 for rather a lot of ants who were making a one way trip to the van and its food store.
For weeks I would see a line of ants marching across the dash while I was driving or discover them on food I was about to put in my mouth.
We tried everything to get rid of the blighters, which we finally succeeded in doing during the winter months at home. Sadly, we had to poison the whole colony
Some time later, my eyes were attracted to a shimmering, as if the sun was glinting off to top of the bed cover. Rather attractive I thought as I investigated further. The washing line had become an M1 for rather a lot of ants who were making a one way trip to the van and its food store.
For weeks I would see a line of ants marching across the dash while I was driving or discover them on food I was about to put in my mouth.
We tried everything to get rid of the blighters, which we finally succeeded in doing during the winter months at home. Sadly, we had to poison the whole colony