A sweet story with a crunchy ending

A sweet story with a crunchy ending

This spring was a soggy one in southwestern Ontario, and nobody loves the damp more than big, black carpenter ants. An army of them invaded our house, so I spent a couple weeks stepping, stomping, and trying to poison the little monsters. They were everywhere, but mostly, they loved our kitchen. The compost, garbage, and dropped crumbs were irresistible. Every night before I went to bed, I had to ensure that the kitchen counters were spotless an…