I had attempted this route at first. Think our trouble lies in the apartment building having been laid out upon a multiple colony stomping grounds. Noted we've had about three variations of so called piss ants. The Borax did work but it could not act fast enough to keep a pace of the breeding. Damn Robo-Ants(tm) kept sending their worker drones to figure out what happen to great, great, great uncle Billy Bob. Loose a million workers, no big deal the queen can toss off another million no problem.
At first blush I had attempted to merely
live and let live with these invaders. They made a big mistake though. My coffee started to move across the counter. You think Marines are bad news if you take their coffee? Wait until you take coffee from a
bubble head Sailor. The bastards will all die! My wife was correct, they are truly evil little things. Your posting of this has given me an interesting idea. Muhahaha!
"Ultimate Killer King Combo!"
Pfft. Speaking of ants reminds me about crickets. Had a cat named Bucky. i watched him one sunny afternoon stalk and eat a cricket, then another. "That might have been your uncle Bob reincarnate," I told him. He looked up to me as if to say, "it's okay he ate me yesterday." *chuckles* So life goes in its lovely cycle.