Deep thoughts and life lessons from an ant infestation

It’s probably a bad sign when a household ant infestation feels like a metaphor for your life.

A few times a year since we moved into our house, tiny sugar ants appear. They swarm on crumbs and march in lines along room perimeters. After a while—and usually more rigorous housecleaning—they go back to whatever outside home they have.

This time is different. I keep fighting the ants, and, predictably, more show up. And they are spreading. They have found the bathroom, a room they’ve never infiltrated before. And I just can’t keep up.

Perhaps it’s not shocking that this particularly bad ant infestation mirrors a time in my life that also feels like every time I turn around, I have more to-do items that tickle me, nagging thoughts that won’t get lost and worries that swarm my distracted mind.

When my home had an ant infestation, the bugs—surprisingly—taught me some good parenting (and life) advice. Ten Thousand Hour Mama

A less than surprising ant infestation

Anyone who has been to my house will say I am not the most fastidious housecleaner—as long as they’re being honest. Most nights I’m too tired to make sure every dirty dish is out of the sink, and let’s just say that scrubbing the shower is not at the top of my priority list.

So when a few ants find stray crumbs under the kids’ booster seats or behind the toaster, it’s not that surprising.

I’ve stepped up my attempts to June Cleaver my house since the most recent ant situation, though. I wipe down counters. I vacuum every time Kiwi upends her plate of Crispix. I rinse out the sink obsessively.

But when I wake up in the morning, I’m inevitably greeted by a pile of ants that have turned the most miniscule of crumbs into an invertebrate rave.

And as I spray counter cleaner on those poor bugs, wiping up their bacchanalian party with a paper towel, I can’t help but feel the futility of my fight.

You see, the second I seem to be semi-on top of my life—most urgent matters addressed, must-dos tackled, appointments scheduled—my tasks multiply like so many ants on a stray Cheerio.

Investigating ants // Lessons from bugs // Ten Thousand Hour Mama
Ant infestation investigation: Trying to figure out how the hey ants get into a sealed sugar jar

More tasks than hours

I know this sounds dramatic. And things are fine, really. These are just the musings of an overstretched mom/writer/daughter/grandmother/wife/entrepreneur with a bug problem.

(Aside: How telling is it that I inadvertently identified as “wife” next-to-last? Sorry, husband.)

There just aren’t enough hours in the day.

I know I deserve a giant forehead slap for typing that. And feel free to give me your best “well, duh” eyeroll the next time we hang out. But it’s times like these that emphasize the cruelty of 24-hour-days.

Just so I’m not vaguebooking, suffice to say I’m busy at work, looking into starting a new business and helping my elderly grandmother whom we just moved from Alabama to Oregon. In an ideal world, I would also spend time with Eric, occasionally work out, see friends and—oh, yeah—keep my house somewhat sanitary (and ant-free).

Yet—and yet. My to-do list gets longer, and the ant infestation is now, apparently, permanent.

Ant high-fives

Toward the end of a very long day recently—a day that involved an epic car tantrum from Peeper and no end to sibling rivalry—I had to use the bathroom. During the five seconds of alone time a potty break bought me, I noticed a stream of ants marching up and down the tub.

(I have seriously no idea what they’re eating or looking for in the bathroom. They seem untroubled by the number of times I wipe down every surface; they keep coming back.)

Anyway, I noticed that whenever two ants passed each other, they paused. They touched each other with their feelers. And only then did they go on their merry way.

Every single ant did this. Not a single ant ignored another. No ant’s high-five was left hanging. No ant shunned another for their baby ant’s unbrushed hair or lack of proper rainy day footwear.

Yes, I’m projecting. But I’ve been thinking about those ants constantly.

Life lessons from invertebrates

I should probably be pissed that those ants stop to gently tap each other’s antennae. After all, they’re communicating something along the lines of, “Hey, I just found the motherlode of crushed bunny crackers under the couch. TELL EVERYONE!”

But being the person I am (read: an overanalyzer who has a lot of feelings), I have been thinking about how that constant stream of check-ins might help me, too.

So despite feeling overbooked and overwhelmed, I reach out. I’ve been making a conscious effort to text with friends I don’t see often enough. I invited a friend I know wouldn’t mention the Great 2017 Ant Infestation Situation over for a play date. I send pictures of the girls to family spread across the country.

When I get a text back, even though it’s just a gentle “ping,” it makes me feel a little more connected to my hive. (Yes, I know I’m mixing metaphors. Give me a break; I’m hosting close to 100 million ants in my home.)

In this way, I’m trying to be a tad more ant-like. I still will spray the eff out of an ant conga line with my Mrs. Meyer’s spray, but I’m also taking my lessons where I can get them.

Just for tonight, a truce

The ants will probably move out on their own once this ridiculous rainy weather chills the heck out. Their disappearance will likely have nothing to do with my quarantining the garbage can in the garage or sanitizing the space behind the microwave.

Similarly, feeling stretched too thin will pass.

I’m trying to find the acceptance in the moment, like the uncomfortable surrender of a yoga pose that stretches your muscles in a hurty-good way. That means that some nights I bleach the sink and use that vacuum crevice tool in every random corner I can reach. And it means that some nights I say “fuck it” and eat frozen cookie dough while watching Netflix.

Today is one of the latter. As I finish up work, I can hear my kids playing with my husband, dad and grandma upstairs. We’re about to eat a big pile of spaghetti, much of which will probably end up smashed in booster seats and flung under the table. I’ll hold my grandma’s hand, listen to her retell the same stories and tell her that she is loved. I will pretend to be Pluto or Elsa or whatever character Peeper requests, and I’ll tell Kiwi the word for every single snake, lizard and tortoise in her new-favorite reptile book.

Just for tonight, ants, I declare a truce.

16 thoughts on “Deep thoughts and life lessons from an ant infestation

  • March 22, 2017 at 7:54 am
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    I vote for eating cookie dough and Netflix!!! Feck those little ants, enjoy the night 🙂

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    • March 22, 2017 at 1:14 pm
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      Haha thank you April! Unfortunately I ate the last of the cookie dough last night. Time to “bake” more cookies!

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  • March 22, 2017 at 11:18 am
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    Just a note . . . isn’t there something about putting borax down around the outside of the house to keep ants (Bugs?) from coming in?

    Nice post! Say Hi to Linda!

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    • March 23, 2017 at 9:24 am
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      Thanks, Pat – we haven’t tried that yet!

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  • March 22, 2017 at 5:56 pm
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    I’m also voting for anything with netflix..and cookie dough well that’s an added bonus.

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    • March 23, 2017 at 9:24 am
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      Heck yes!

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  • March 22, 2017 at 10:45 pm
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    Ahh deep thoughts with ants 🙂 Glad to hear you are reaching out. It’s hard when life gets overwhelming but so important!

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    • March 23, 2017 at 9:24 am
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      You’re right – reaching out falls to the bottom of my priorities exactly when it’s most necessary.

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  • March 23, 2017 at 7:06 am
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    Ants are so frustrating!! Sounds like you’re on the side of a positive attitude and getting a learning experience from this, at least!

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    • March 23, 2017 at 9:23 am
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      I’m certainly trying!

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  • March 23, 2017 at 7:08 am
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    I love you! Signed husband…

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    • March 23, 2017 at 9:23 am
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      I love you too! Signed, wife. 😉

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  • March 24, 2017 at 4:21 pm
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    This post is brilliant in so many ways. I’ve read it a couple of times and as soon as I’m done with this comment–which doesn’t say much in itself, but the fact that I had to say **something** about this post says a lot!–I’m going to read it again! And never again look at an ant in the same way again…

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    • March 30, 2017 at 8:42 pm
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      Unfortunately too real 🙁

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  • April 3, 2017 at 4:17 pm
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    We have just gotten rid of the ants ourselves! The weather caused so much havoc and they were everywhere! I am so with you on not feeling like there is enough hours and sometimes we just have to let things go. I get one day off a fortnight and I sometimes really stress over all that needs doing when I really just want to take my daughter to the park. So I try and balance and sometimes we do chores together and other times we just leave it all where it is. Sometimes we definitely have to call an ant truce xx

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