Posts Tagged ‘ant’

The Snail

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007

I’m not the kind of guy who would wink at a firefly, though I once said hello to an ant. One thing is for sure; I don’t much like snails. I don’t know much about them, but have heard they are fond of beer. I also know they blow their noses on the little private escalator they use to move around on, and that they appear when it rains.

I like it when it rains. I like the way the air smells. I like seeing the drops of water on the rose like tiny tears of joy. I was out getting the newspaper a few days ago after a light rain, and noticed that someone had left the hose curled up on the front porch. We have a reel for the hose that has a handle on the side. I don’t use the handle anymore because on each turn of the crank a rose bush says a rude hello to the back of my hand. So I placed one hand on either side of the reel, and started turning it, pulling it down and then gripping higher up and pulling again. It was then I noticed a snail near where I was gripping the reel, yuk.

He looked as though he was ready to slime me. I was thinking I should call Snail Busters, but instead I placed my little finger against my thumb and attempted to flick him off the reel and onto the ground. I didn’t use enough force, and though I could see his grip loosen a bit it wasn’t enough to dislodge him. I tried again, and failed again. I didn’t have the heart to flip him really hard, and so I ended my quest to remove him and continued to reel in the hose.

It was only later that I learned that snails are pests, they eat plants, and can wreak havoc in a garden. My wife suggested beer-traps. I didn’t know it at the time. The idea was to kill them by drowning, and so putting mayonnaise jar lids filled with beer around the garden wouldn’t get it done.

I’m not sure what the solution is to our snail problem. I don’t like the crunching sound when I inadvertently step on one, and I don’t want them destroying our garden. Maybe we can negotiate, maybe there is some way to convince the snails not to eat our garden. I’m willing to give it a try. Maybe they could just call out for Chinese.

The Ant

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007

There is an ant in my house, and there is a bookcase attached to the wall above and behind the desk my computer sits on. Most days I see the ant walking along the lower edge of the bookshelf, he walks at least 30 minutes every day. I figure he is on some sort of fitness regimen.

I know there are some of you, who, if you saw an ant walking across the edge of the bookcase in front of you would reach out and pinch him between your forefinger and your thumb, or maybe between your middle finger and thumb, and then you’d squeeze him gently. It wouldn’t take much, and then you’d flick him toward the wastebasket. Not me, I like having an ant in the house.

The edge is perpendicular to the ground so I’m not sure how he manages not to fall, sticky feet I’m guessing. He always walks from my right to my left and around the corner of the bookcase and out of sight. Then somehow he walks behind the bookcase and later reappears again walking right to left and around the corner. I don’t remember seeing him appear until he is at least a third of the way along the edge, I’m thinking he must have an invisibility cloak like that young Potter fellow.

Where is he when he’s not circling above me? Why he’s on the wall near where the cat sleeps. The cat and he like to play, though not as much now as they once did. One day I saw the cat trying to catch the ant, usually the cat just sits and stares at him tilting his head to one side and then to the other. One day the cat was successful. He had the ant in his paw, and then he started hopping around and shaking his paw. I laughed. I’m not sure if I should have. Was the ant just tickling his foot or was he biting? “Play nice,” I said. This continued for a time, and then either the ant got tired of the game and jumped to the floor or the cat shook him loose.

I was worried about the ant, I didn’t see him land; he may have had a hard landing. I didn’t see the ant for the rest of the day, but the next morning there he was doing his wall walking right in front of me. I said, “hi ant, how you doing.” He ignored me.