Sugar ants seem to stake out their territory; as much as I stake out mine. Once they find a food source them come out in a dense pack to gobble it all up. Battling them is an ongoing challenge. The other day I put down some maple syrup to get them to go to one spot:
In a few days I will add a few drops of ant poison. Once the flood of ants slows down I will clean up the area to remove their pathway. It seems to be a good method to combat the sugar ants.
Since ant poison is a poison I only put it in locations where my dog won’t get access.
I have a lot of house plants. Instead of going out and buying a saucer to put under them; I use clean microwavable meal dishes. They work great and if they get dirty I can toss them in the washer or just recycle them. The black and white/clear ones are easier to hide from view.
A few more ideas:
Yogurt containers for starting seeds for the garden. I punch a few holes into the bottom and then fill with dirt. They are a great size and can be reused from one season to the next.
After years of the weather people predicting snow I had little hope that we would get any. Then one day they forecast an inch of snow and we got a little dusting instead. At that point it was a bit tempting to believe that maybe the weather people might be capable of being right. The small dusting of snow melted away and the cold weather clung onto the area. Every day they seemed to forecast snow, they were resilient that some day it would show up in the quantity that they predicted. Really it would. Only it didn’t. The anticipation of a genuine snow day came and went. Then they forecast a day of freezing rain followed by light snow. Instead I woke up to find this seemingly infinite amount of snow on the ground:
Okay it wasn’t infinite, yet it sure seemed like it when it didn’t stop snowing for a day. The weather people scrambled to catch up to mother nature. The weather coverage seemed endless, as did the “breaking news updates” that restated what they said the last time. On the rare occasion there was something new; like kids waving and playing in the background as the news person tried to be serious.
At every turn mother nature proved the weather person wrong. They would claim it would stop by noon. Noon would come and go and there was not only more snow; it was snowing harder. As the snow piled up a path was dug in the yard for my puppy dog to use.
He uses the path at times and at others he doesn’t:
The snow clings to his fur in a very uneven, clumpy, manner. While he is playing outside he sometimes ignores when his name is being called to come back inside. Once inside he wants to get warm and dried with the hairdryer. My shoes end up relaxing against the fireplace bricks to get dry and warm.
All of the snow creates a vastly different horizon than before. Looking out the window as the sun shines down and reflects off the snow it provides for a relaxing ambiance.