Ants in my pants

well, not quite , more in the kitchen so to speak.  Little pesky blighters.  Yet another reason I despise this weather.

Although I'll admit that it is somewhat amusing to watch them after you go around your kitchen with turmeric, it's like you've erected an invisible wall, they won't cross it and simply scuttle about looking mightily confused.

I think The Husband is finding ant stomping rather cathartic.  It's not that we're anti-ants per se, rather just anti-ants in our kitchen.  They're perfectly welcome to live outdoors and go along their merry way where they should be.