Never do I look forward to an ant attack in the kitchen,
but this summer I found an upside: no death by botulism.
By the time I noticed the first ant on the counter, the
invasion was well underway. The
dishwasher seemed to be their new home, but soon enough I realized they had discovered
my pantry—actually a tall, 5-shelved closet filled with boxes of dry pasta,
sugar, lentils, spices and all kinds of bottled and canned goods. “Thank goodness for cans,” I thought. Ants may be persistent, but they can’t eat
metal.
