We have a severe ant problem at our apartment. Funny thing is, nobody else in the complex has any ants. They generally stick to the kitchen, but occasionally move over to the dining room.
Two weeks ago, we had a pest control lady come by and spray our balcony. That helped for about a day. Then the ants came back stronger than ever.
It got to the point where we would start leaving cups of syrup and honey on the balcony to attract ants, then
light them on fire. They still kept coming.
Today, the ant lady came back. She pretty much covered our entire kitchen with ant poison, so there's an oddly sweet smell in there. She was very friendly, but I couldn't help noticing what a character she was.
If I had to draw a woman who kills insects for a living, she would automatically appear on the page. She was a little on the short side, wearing dirty clothes. She wore black jeans, never a very good sign. All of her teeth were distinct, as if individually outlined by a lifetime of poor oral hygiene. Her fingernails were pained a few weeks ago, leaving only the inner part of the nail colored, the rest chipped away. She reeked of tobacco.
In the few minutes of conversation I had with her, she openly spoke about her trailer. I would think that if you live in a trailer, you wouldn't volunteer the information first. If you had to speak about your dwelling place, you'd start with "home" or "place." I'd even venture a guess that "pad" or "digs" would come before "trailer." This lady really left an impression on me.
