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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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We had a terrible time with ants last year. Our solution was white vinegar! Wash all your hard surfaces, including the floor, with white vinegar. (Yes, it will stink for a bit.) Then, sprinkle a bit of crushed red pepper (not the flakes) around the edges of things.
I know it sounds bizarre, but it does work, and it's a great alternative to bug sprays.
Ugh!! I hate ants!!!! In our old house, we had huge issues with ants. They would even get in our cupboards and pantry... nasty nasty!! I would come home from work to find my husband with the ant spray in the kitchen, all the dishes removed from the cupboards, and the table shoved to the side, waging war on the ants.
The worst was when my cousin (a boy, go figure) lived with us. He came home late at night and got ice-cream out, and *thought* it was empty after he was done. Well, it wasn't, and he left it on the counter, so it all melted OUT of the ice cream box all over the countertop and floor. He cleaned it up, or so he thought. My daughter woke me up the next morning, and said, "Mommy, there are lots of ants in the kitchen!" I went in there, and I kid you not, there were THOUSANDS if not more ants in my kitchen. Evidently the ice cream had also run under the refridgerator...
I of course, like most good wifes, let my husband clean up the mess. It was that day that he finally broke down and called our landlord to have a professional 'bug' person come and spray. There are some things that push even men over the limits!
Oooh, thanks for the tip Valerie. I hate using bug spray.
That's awful, Krista! We had something similar happen in our old house. Nasty!
Peppermint works, too.
Or do like I did and call a guy. You know a bug killer guy. Ours uses products that kill the bugs but are safe for us.
Denise-- get this stuff called "TERRO." It really works. It's a thick syrupy liquid, and you set just a drop out on cardboard--preferably in their path of entry. They will line up like hogs at a feed trough. There will be so many ants there, they will climb on top of each other to get the stuff. And then they'll wander back to their hidey hole...and die.
It works.
I remember once when our family had an "ant war" in our back yard. Seriously. Tiny black ants against goliath red ones. Weirdly enough, the black ants won -- I think because there were more of them. Guess there is strength in numbers.
As to your ant invasion, I believe there is some stuff on the market made from orange juice that gets rid of the pests. (It might work on mosquitoes instead of ants, but I don't know.) Our family used it once, and it worked pretty well.
Sooo, you've bought the baits, and now the ANTicipation is killing you, but not the ants, huh?!
Good luck - that's an aggravating problem.
Terro also makes a powder that you put around the house, and it will put an end to them. We had so many last year, and that really stopped them. Plus, I used caulking to close off all the little holes where they were entering. So far, so good this year. I'm sorry for you though, they make so much more cleaning work.
LOL - I had a mess one Christmas morning years ago. I was expecting the entire clan (all 16 of them) to come for dinner. Got up and found my kitchen butied under a billion kazillion of those little tiny grease ants. Yuck. What a mess. It doesn't matter how clean you are, then still come in.
Then we moved to Georgia. Here those ants are big enought to carry off a cocker spaniel. Shiver.
LOL, Ane!!
We've had ants this year, too, D. Though we usually get a few of them every year this time. We were told our house was built on an ant hill. We've been here 18 years. You'd think they'd give up.
Funny, but true post, Denise! :)
Did you ever read Tom Hale's DON'T LET THE GOATS EAT THE LOQUAT TREES? It's the true story (hilariously written) of Tom and Cynthia's life as doctors in Nepal. In one of the chapters, the ants started pouring out of the wall--just as guests arrived.
Whenever I have an ant problem (which is frequent enough from spring through fall), I think, "Well, at least it's not as bad as the Hales had--yet." It makes it a lot more bearable--with or without the ant traps. My question is (always), "How can I live on the fourth floor and have ants?" I had the same question when I lived on the seventh floor! How did those little ants find us?
We had a horrible ant problem in one of my college apartments. Apparently, they colonized in the walls. They went anywhere there were possible crumbs or water — including the iron. It's just gross to turn on an iron and have hundreds of ants come scurrying out of the steam holes. Whoever took the first shower of the day was responsible for hitting the shower wall then drowning all the ants that came running out. I finally gave up on the landlord and caulked it.
Ant bait helped some, if that's any consolation.
The worst, though, was when fire ants set up in my car. I lived in a rental house with a barely gravel driveway. Apparently, the little beasts made their way into my car during the night. I started driving to work — in a skirt, of course — and kept feeling something tingly on my legs. Then I started feeling the stinging. I had no bug spray at home, and there were no stores between my house and work. I put my left foot up in the seat and used the tip-toes of my right foot. I managed to get away with only five or six bites.
I despise ants. Now I'll have nightmares.
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