Where Can I Buy Dynamite.

I tried to post this yesterday, but it didn't go thru. I got it from
a post on one of my quilting groups... OK, now that I've asked for
dynamite & got Big Brother accessing my computer
and putting me on the watchlist for terrorism, let me explain.

Ants. They are everywhere. They are on my kitchen counter. They are in
my
laundry. They are in my garden. They are in the pantry. I've even
found some
on the sewing table. The are in the pet food. They are where there is
food.
They are where there isn't food. They are everywhere.

I went to the WasteNothing eList to see if they had ideas on how to
kill
the little monsters w/out using poisons around my food and dishes. It
was
suggested to use white vinegar to clean with. It was said that white
vinegar
would keep the ants at bay. So I bought a gallon of vinegar & put it
in a
spray bottle. I moved all the dishes etc off the kitchen counter and
there
they were. Hoards of them under the dish towel. Under the medicine
tray.
Troops of them marching across the back of the spashboard to their
nest.
Aha, the enemy.

I started spraying them with the vinegar, covering the counter with a
fine
mist. They moved between the droplets; an ever fast-moving line of
dark red
dots on my white counter top. So I sprayed more, covering the counter
with
a film of vinegar. The ants started to swim. I got out the magnifying
glass
& watched as they inflated their tiny little life vests & swam to
safety at
the edge of the counter, & off to their nest, where ever that is. (I
haven't
been able to find it yet.)

So I went back to my eList & reported my findings. "If the white
vinegar
doesn't work, try borax. A fine powder of it will kill them and deter
more
from coming." So I got the borax. In a quart container with a nozzle
that
"poufs a mist of powder." I misted the counter with the borax. It's
supposed
to be safe around food. I put a heavier powder along the edge of the
counter/splashboard. I went back to check & they had tiny little
skateboards. They were skating across the film of borax!!!

Once more I went to my eList. Once more I got suggestions. "Ants &
other
critters hate bay leaves." So I went to Wally World & bought 4
packages of
bay leaves. I put them behind the refrigerator. In the cabinets. In
the jars
of spices & sugar. Along the counter top, on top of the fine layer of
borax
on the counter washed with white vinegar. Expecting victory, I went
about my
business. The next time I went into the kitchen, I brought my
magnifying
glass, hoping I'd need it to be able to find any of the offending
critters.

But no!!! The magnifying glass revealed tiny little campfires built
near
the bay leaves. Pots of stew were bubbling and crews of ants were busy
chewing off pieces of the bay leaves to season their supper. In a fit
of
fury, I grabbed a dish towel & plunged into the dish pan of soapy
water.
Dripping bubbles and soap, I wiped the ants into the towel. Clearing
the
counter of all the creepy, crawly critters, I felt a surge of
satisfaction.
In my hand were the offending creatures. They were inflating their
life
vests against the threat of drowning in the water. Tiny little Red
Cross
tents were springing up as they treated their wounded and those that
had
been burned by the scalding pots of dinner.

Without a thought about their families back in the nest, I rushed the
towel
to the washing machine & threw it in. Surely a cycle in the washing
machine
would kill them. Grinning with self satisfaction at having defeated
the
enemy, I returned to the kitchen to find the rescue teams on my
kitchen
counter. They had tiny little rescue K9s looking for the dead &
wounded.
Alas, and alack, there were none, but that didn't deter the search
teams
from swarming on the counter, looking, searching, covering my clean
counter
once again.

Deciding that my eList had plenty of "safe" alternatives that didn't
work, I
started asking friends. Sherry said, "Use Terro. That will kill them.
You
just put out a few drops & they come to dine. Then they bring the
poison
back to the nest, killing all of the ants." So off we go to Wally
World
again & we found Terro in the little clear bottle. Just to be sure, I
bought
two.

For the last week, I have been putting drops of Terro on the kitchen
counter. Sherry is right. They came. They surrounded the droplets of
Terro.
They ate. They put up little signs that advertised the newest dining
experience in town. More of their friends came. Soon the dining site
became
the talk of the town. Ties & jackets are now required. The head waiter
has
been building his bank account as "nobody ants" slip him tips to get
them
in.

Last night, they hired a band. They were so noisy, the dogs couldn't
sleep.
So of course, they came to wake me & I couldn't sleep.

This morning, I again cleared the counter top. And found their party
is
still going on. The band is still playing. The ants are still dining
at the
Terro bar. And more keep coming to the party.

So now you see why I need dynamite. Art used to say, "use dynamite"
when I
asked how to get rid of the ants in my garden. I always thought he was
joking. Now I know he was totally serious.

"GrammyKathy" wrote...
snipped a really funny story

I had to wipe tears of laughter from my cheeks when I read your account, but
I guess the problem is a real one. I know what you mean, I had an ant colony
swarming early April one year in my study. On a day I was supposed to take
friends to the airport. That was the moment I remembered the ant queen I
failed to catch the summer previous. Shrieeek!

To be honest, if poison fails - starve them. Put everything into Tupperware
or something similar ant-tight, and they should go for another diner. Dished
out pet food might be safe in a tray filled with water with a tiny drop of
washing-up liquid to reduce the surface tension so that they can't get at
it. If that doesn't help - you'll have to call in the pros.

U.

"Ursula Schrader" out pet food might be safe in a tray filled with water
with a tiny drop of
washing-up liquid to reduce the surface tension so that they can't get at
it. If that doesn't help - you'll have to call in the pros.

U.
My dogs dish is out on the patio and I sprinkle table salt or baking soda
under it and I don't have a problem with ants.
Barbara in SC

On Wed, 29 Jun 2011 13:33:52 -0500, GrammyKathy wrote
(in article
):

I tried to post this yesterday, but it didn't go thru. I got it from
a post on one of my quilting groups... OK, now that I've asked for
dynamite & got Big Brother accessing my computer
and putting me on the watchlist for terrorism, let me explain.

Ants. They are everywhere. They are on my kitchen counter. They are in
my
laundry. They are in my garden. They are in the pantry. I've even
found some
on the sewing table. The are in the pet food. They are where there is
food.
They are where there isn't food. They are everywhere.

I went to the WasteNothing eList to see if they had ideas on how to
kill
the little monsters w/out using poisons around my food and dishes. It
was
suggested to use white vinegar to clean with. It was said that white
vinegar
would keep the ants at bay. So I bought a gallon of vinegar & put it
in a
spray bottle. I moved all the dishes etc off the kitchen counter and
there
they were. Hoards of them under the dish towel. Under the medicine
tray.
Troops of them marching across the back of the spashboard to their
nest.
Aha, the enemy.

I started spraying them with the vinegar, covering the counter with a
fine
mist. They moved between the droplets; an ever fast-moving line of
dark red
dots on my white counter top. So I sprayed more, covering the counter
with
a film of vinegar. The ants started to swim. I got out the magnifying
glass
& watched as they inflated their tiny little life vests & swam to
safety at
the edge of the counter, & off to their nest, where ever that is. (I
haven't
been able to find it yet.)

So I went back to my eList & reported my findings. "If the white
vinegar
doesn't work, try borax. A fine powder of it will kill them and deter
more
from coming." So I got the borax. In a quart container with a nozzle
that
"poufs a mist of powder." I misted the counter with the borax. It's
supposed
to be safe around food. I put a heavier powder along the edge of the
counter/splashboard. I went back to check & they had tiny little
skateboards. They were skating across the film of borax!!!

Once more I went to my eList. Once more I got suggestions. "Ants &
other
critters hate bay leaves." So I went to Wally World & bought 4
packages of
bay leaves. I put them behind the refrigerator. In the cabinets. In
the jars
of spices & sugar. Along the counter top, on top of the fine layer of
borax
on the counter washed with white vinegar. Expecting victory, I went
about my
business. The next time I went into the kitchen, I brought my
magnifying
glass, hoping I'd need it to be able to find any of the offending
critters.

But no!!! The magnifying glass revealed tiny little campfires built
near
the bay leaves. Pots of stew were bubbling and crews of ants were busy
chewing off pieces of the bay leaves to season their supper. In a fit
of
fury, I grabbed a dish towel & plunged into the dish pan of soapy
water.
Dripping bubbles and soap, I wiped the ants into the towel. Clearing
the
counter of all the creepy, crawly critters, I felt a surge of
satisfaction.
In my hand were the offending creatures. They were inflating their
life
vests against the threat of drowning in the water. Tiny little Red
Cross
tents were springing up as they treated their wounded and those that
had
been burned by the scalding pots of dinner.

Without a thought about their families back in the nest, I rushed the
towel
to the washing machine & threw it in. Surely a cycle in the washing
machine
would kill them. Grinning with self satisfaction at having defeated
the
enemy, I returned to the kitchen to find the rescue teams on my
kitchen
counter. They had tiny little rescue K9s looking for the dead &
wounded.
Alas, and alack, there were none, but that didn't deter the search
teams
from swarming on the counter, looking, searching, covering my clean
counter
once again.

Deciding that my eList had plenty of "safe" alternatives that didn't
work, I
started asking friends. Sherry said, "Use Terro. That will kill them.
You
just put out a few drops & they come to dine. Then they bring the
poison
back to the nest, killing all of the ants." So off we go to Wally
World
again & we found Terro in the little clear bottle. Just to be sure, I
bought
two.

For the last week, I have been putting drops of Terro on the kitchen
counter. Sherry is right. They came. They surrounded the droplets of
Terro.
They ate. They put up little signs that advertised the newest dining
experience in town. More of their friends came. Soon the dining site
became
the talk of the town. Ties & jackets are now required. The head waiter
has
been building his bank account as "nobody ants" slip him tips to get
them
in.

Last night, they hired a band. They were so noisy, the dogs couldn't
sleep.
So of course, they came to wake me & I couldn't sleep.

This morning, I again cleared the counter top. And found their party
is
still going on. The band is still playing. The ants are still dining
at the
Terro bar. And more keep coming to the party.

So now you see why I need dynamite. Art used to say, "use dynamite"
when I
asked how to get rid of the ants in my garden. I always thought he was
joking. Now I know he was totally serious.

LOL!

But I feel your pain.

Maureen

How about dry polenta,( cornmeal or grits) put down, they'll take it
back to the nest, it swells up inside them and voila dead ants and no
more ants cos it will be fed to the queen as priority!

Janner
France


On 01/07/2011 15:03, Maureen Wozniak wrote:
On Wed, 29 Jun 2011 13:33:52 -0500, GrammyKathy wrote
(in article
):

I tried to post this yesterday, but it didn't go thru. I got it from
a post on one of my quilting groups... OK, now that I've asked for
dynamite& got Big Brother accessing my computer
and putting me on the watchlist for terrorism, let me explain.

Ants. They are everywhere. They are on my kitchen counter. They are in
my
laundry. They are in my garden. They are in the pantry. I've even
found some
on the sewing table. The are in the pet food. They are where there is
food.
They are where there isn't food. They are everywhere.

I went to the WasteNothing eList to see if they had ideas on how to
kill
the little monsters w/out using poisons around my food and dishes. It
was
suggested to use white vinegar to clean with. It was said that white
vinegar
would keep the ants at bay. So I bought a gallon of vinegar& put it
in a
spray bottle. I moved all the dishes etc off the kitchen counter and
there
they were. Hoards of them under the dish towel. Under the medicine
tray.
Troops of them marching across the back of the spashboard to their
nest.
Aha, the enemy.

I started spraying them with the vinegar, covering the counter with a
fine
mist. They moved between the droplets; an ever fast-moving line of
dark red
dots on my white counter top. So I sprayed more, covering the counter
with
a film of vinegar. The ants started to swim. I got out the magnifying
glass
& watched as they inflated their tiny little life vests& swam to
safety at
the edge of the counter,& off to their nest, where ever that is. (I
haven't
been able to find it yet.)

So I went back to my eList& reported my findings. "If the white
vinegar
doesn't work, try borax. A fine powder of it will kill them and deter
more
from coming." So I got the borax. In a quart container with a nozzle
that
"poufs a mist of powder." I misted the counter with the borax. It's
supposed
to be safe around food. I put a heavier powder along the edge of the
counter/splashboard. I went back to check& they had tiny little
skateboards. They were skating across the film of borax!!!

Once more I went to my eList. Once more I got suggestions. "Ants&
other
critters hate bay leaves." So I went to Wally World& bought 4
packages of
bay leaves. I put them behind the refrigerator. In the cabinets. In
the jars
of spices& sugar. Along the counter top, on top of the fine layer of
borax
on the counter washed with white vinegar. Expecting victory, I went
about my
business. The next time I went into the kitchen, I brought my
magnifying
glass, hoping I'd need it to be able to find any of the offending
critters.

But no!!! The magnifying glass revealed tiny little campfires built
near
the bay leaves. Pots of stew were bubbling and crews of ants were busy
chewing off pieces of the bay leaves to season their supper. In a fit
of
fury, I grabbed a dish towel& plunged into the dish pan of soapy
water.
Dripping bubbles and soap, I wiped the ants into the towel. Clearing
the
counter of all the creepy, crawly critters, I felt a surge of
satisfaction.
In my hand were the offending creatures. They were inflating their
life
vests against the threat of drowning in the water. Tiny little Red
Cross
tents were springing up as they treated their wounded and those that
had
been burned by the scalding pots of dinner.

Without a thought about their families back in the nest, I rushed the
towel
to the washing machine& threw it in. Surely a cycle in the washing
machine
would kill them. Grinning with self satisfaction at having defeated
the
enemy, I returned to the kitchen to find the rescue teams on my
kitchen
counter. They had tiny little rescue K9s looking for the dead&
wounded.
Alas, and alack, there were none, but that didn't deter the search
teams
from swarming on the counter, looking, searching, covering my clean
counter
once again.

Deciding that my eList had plenty of "safe" alternatives that didn't
work, I
started asking friends. Sherry said, "Use Terro. That will kill them.
You
just put out a few drops& they come to dine. Then they bring the
poison
back to the nest, killing all of the ants." So off we go to Wally
World
again& we found Terro in the little clear bottle. Just to be sure, I
bought
two.

For the last week, I have been putting drops of Terro on the kitchen
counter. Sherry is right. They came. They surrounded the droplets of
Terro.
They ate. They put up little signs that advertised the newest dining
experience in town. More of their friends came. Soon the dining site
became
the talk of the town. Ties& jackets are now required. The head waiter
has
been building his bank account as "nobody ants" slip him tips to get
them
in.

Last night, they hired a band. They were so noisy, the dogs couldn't
sleep.
So of course, they came to wake me& I couldn't sleep.

This morning, I again cleared the counter top. And found their party
is
still going on. The band is still playing. The ants are still dining
at the
Terro bar. And more keep coming to the party.

So now you see why I need dynamite. Art used to say, "use dynamite"
when I
asked how to get rid of the ants in my garden. I always thought he was
joking. Now I know he was totally serious.

LOL!

But I feel your pain.

Maureen

Every year they come. Every year I go get a spray of that stuff that
makes a barrier. This year they got the message and didn't come. I
spray all around the base of the cupboards; around the doors and round
the water and washing machine pipes. I don't need to go anywhere near
where food is prepped. When I find a nest, of course, I dose it...
and good!

I swear Selby is built on an ants nest; I'd never been bothered by the
little beasts before moving here.

Except once. When I was about ten years old, I went to visit with my
G'mother. She had a bungalow in a village near Oxford, backing onto
farm land. One late afternoon, on a hot summer's day, The ants came
marching. You've seen those wild life programmes where they show
soldier ants? Or Tom and Jerry? This was that. A steam about eight
feet wide going purposefully out of the garden, along the front of the
house, on the path, then up into the field.

They marched in a never ending line for about twenty minutes. There
were a few (hundred probably) that left the line on foraging parties
and look-out pickets etc, but the majority just marched like a scene
out of the Pixar movie. I've never witnessed anything like it before
or since. Quite fascinating. Apparently they were probably following
their queen, though this doesn't make sense with what I know of ant
life. But that is what I was told then.

We boiled and soaped the escapees, before they got into the house.
Then the line just finished, and it was as though they had never been.

Nel
(Gadget Queen)

On Jun 29, 1:33*pm, GrammyKathy wrote:
I tried to post this yesterday, but it didn't go thru. *I got it from
a post on one of my quilting groups... OK, now that I've asked for
dynamite & got Big Brother accessing my computer
and putting me on the watchlist for terrorism, let me explain.

Ants. They are everywhere. They are on my kitchen counter. They are in
my
laundry.
snipped

I feel your pain. We are currently having a grasshopper plague of
Biblical
proportions. I can't even wear flipflops outside because they jump
onboard
and I squish them between my foot and the sole. They ate all the
leaves
off the shrubbery in a matter of *days*.
But unlike ants, at least they're not a problem *inside* the house.

Sherry

On 01/07/2011 12:41 PM, Sartorresartus wrote:
Every year they come. Every year I go get a spray of that stuff that
makes a barrier. This year they got the message and didn't come. I
spray all around the base of the cupboards; around the doors and round
the water and washing machine pipes. I don't need to go anywhere near
where food is prepped. When I find a nest, of course, I dose it...
and good!

I swear Selby is built on an ants nest; I'd never been bothered by the
little beasts before moving here.

Except once. When I was about ten years old, I went to visit with my
G'mother. She had a bungalow in a village near Oxford, backing onto
farm land. One late afternoon, on a hot summer's day, The ants came
marching. You've seen those wild life programmes where they show
soldier ants? Or Tom and Jerry? This was that. A steam about eight
feet wide going purposefully out of the garden, along the front of the
house, on the path, then up into the field.

They marched in a never ending line for about twenty minutes. There
were a few (hundred probably) that left the line on foraging parties
and look-out pickets etc, but the majority just marched like a scene
out of the Pixar movie. I've never witnessed anything like it before
or since. Quite fascinating. Apparently they were probably following
their queen, though this doesn't make sense with what I know of ant
life. But that is what I was told then.

We boiled and soaped the escapees, before they got into the house.
Then the line just finished, and it was as though they had never been.

Nel
(Gadget Queen)


if they get stuck going in a circle then they are done for:
http://xmb.stuffucanuse.com/xmb/viewthread.php?tid=7154

Thanks for that Allison, I was beginning to think I had imagined the
whole thing. Wow!

Nel
(GQ)