My flat is under attack. Hundreds of ants patrol the kitchen, corridor, living room, balcony... I've already placed traps and I hope they all die and leave my home-sweet-home alone.
but of course, my dear! it's poison that smells like food. ant food. they take it to the nest and then they all have a feast on poison. If i'm lucky, they will all die there. If i'm not, I'll just have to keep buying more traps.
I lived in London for 3 years and I miss it like hell. I'm back in Lisbon where I'm trying to give my best shot.
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3 comments:
Ah... as maravilhas de se viver num rés do chão! :P
Traps?? Of what kind? Poison?
but of course, my dear!
it's poison that smells like food. ant food. they take it to the nest and then they all have a feast on poison. If i'm lucky, they will all die there. If i'm not, I'll just have to keep buying more traps.
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