"deafing the ants"

At our old home in Arkansas we developed a relationship with ants. Let's just say every spring we'd wake up in the morning and find the little buggers all around our sink. The little boys would spy us breaking out the ant spray and mumbling unintelligible words under our breath. The ants became a part of our life. Kind of like neighbors that are real annoying...except you can kill them.

Well, apparently or somehow, my wife leaks out..."Urine kills ants". At this point it is quite clear to them that the only good ant is a dead ant. The questions arise from inquisitive young boys to find out where to get this magic urine. The boys have hunted out quite a few ant piles in the yard that need exterminating. Boy, were they excited when they found out where urine came from. They would whip out their tallywackers at a single ant in the parking lot of a busy mall much like a gunslinger of the old west.

Since that became a little "troublesome" to say the least...we had to somewhat curb that behavior. However, boys being boys...they couldn't let ants continue on. There must be another way to kill them.

It was a Monday afternoon, a beautiful spring day. The boys are playing in the back yard....suddenly...blllllooooonnnnnnnkkkk. A horn. The kind of horn you would hear going to an international soccer game...again, bbbbbbllllllloooooonnnnnnkkk. 4 boys are standing around one of our planter "coffins". We yell out..."Hey guys, whatcha doin?" With exuberance they report their findings. It was ANTS in the planter! "We think we can kill them with the horn! We are going to deaf the ants!"



It sure is better than the alternative. Aren't little boys great!