Very early this morning (before it was light), I heard a small, persistent noise coming from the kitchen. Frequently noises of this type indicate a situation with which I need to deal, so I listened hard to try to figure out what it was.
I ruled out dripping water, and it didn’t sound like a mouse gnawing. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed to go find the cause of the disturbance.
The noise didn’t stop when I turned on a light (roaches and mice would stop for light). I followed the sound and found that it was coming from somewhere near the back door. I still had trouble pinpointing the source.
Then, I examined a large metal stockpot, which had been used to make dog food yesterday. Ben had left it on the floor near the door, after he’d fed the dogs. There were bits of food stuck to the pan, and some burned-on food.
The sound was a group of large ants, scraping off the burned food – loudly enough that I could hear it in my bedroom!
I’m not fond of scrubbing pots, so I decided to let them continue. Life is good when the ants start helping me with the housework!!!!!