The box was closed. The box of chocolates, that is.
But this morning when we marched up to the kitchen counter, Chris yelped in surprise and pointed in horror. A moving black line stretched from the box down to the hardwood floors, along the baseboards, and moved under the kitchen table…and beyond.
Ants.
“Don’t worry,” I said.
“I was always worried because you were eating chocolate all over the place,” Chris said.
I ignored his exasperation. He was experiencing a panic attack with lack of cleanliness and things not working. I directed him. Discard the box into the building trash. Vacuum the ants. Wipe down the trail. Empty the vacuum contents. (Snapshot the contents, because it will be a mini ant farm!) Done.
And done it was within 30 minutes.
Chris added a bit of insecticide near the opening where the ants entered.
“Wasn’t that easy?” I said.