Ants Marching

Ants are ruining my life. This week my house has been overrun with them, and I spend a good deal of time cursing at them, stomping on them, getting bitten by them, or taking a broom and sweeping them away when there are too many to kill all at once.

These are not ants like the ones in Washington. The ants I'm used to climb along your skin in a friendly, ticklish manner and are kind of cute. But Salvadoran ants are tiny and mean. They bite, and bite hard, causing itchy boils that pop and are just generally gross.

Why the sudden infestation? No clue. It might have something to do with my boyfriend visiting all week, meaning twice as many crumbs on the floor etc. After the first few days of Ant Hell, it became a catastrophe whenever a Cheerio or a grain of sugar wound up on the floor. Immediate ant party. I don't understand how married couples in the Peace Corps manage to live together and keep a clean house.

Despite the ants, having my boyfriend here was a Good Thing. Time passes so much faster when you have someone to constantly spend it with...

Current community activities include classes on species competition and habitat destruction for 7th to 9th graders, applying for a grant to get some things for the rundown health dispensary, getting some school computers fixed and of course the everlasting ecofriendly stove project.

Paz y amor!