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Serendipity: Ant Murder and Mayhem
Ants are not an endangered species, but they are interesting enough to have drawn me to their exhibit at the National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C., last week.
That’s why I felt so betrayed when I returned home to face an ant invasion the likes of which I had never seen. I’ve drawn an important conclusion from this episode: There is no such thing as The Last Ant. By which I infer the following corollary: The local ant population is sustainable.
It began, as everything begins for me recently, with the Jesusita Fire. Beyond disrupting the lives of thousands of Santa Barbarans, it spelled mayhem for thousands — correct that: gigabillions — of animals from deer, bobcats and bears to gophers and ants. When we returned home from evacuation, we faced small ant wars for a couple of weeks, and continue to try to retake control of the house from mice and rats.
Meanwhile, we escaped the char for a long-planned, long weekend with our son in Washington. In the “World of Ants” exhibit, I couldn’t help but be impressed at the insect’s complex society, laid out in colonies enclosed in plastic. I was surprised there were so many jobs, each staffed by a different size of ant.
I returned home with a new appreciation for ants. Thankfully, our house remained ant-free. I went on with my life until this week, when I noticed that the drip system wasn’t working. To be clear, our new drip irrigation system, which Nicholas Lebrero of Rincon Landscapes replaced after the Jesusita Fire so I could get water to my burned oaks and native plants, had inexplicably halted.
When I reached the controller box, the outside was a smoldering mass of ants. I quickly swept away a swath of them to open the controller door, and when I peered inside I almost gagged. An entire production colony was there, with tens of thousands of eggs and more activity than a beer store before the Fourth of July. I desperately wanted to just throw it away.
Instead, I vacuumed endlessly. After 20 minutes I got the courage to unscrew the innermost lid and found an unimaginable density of eggs and workers — not anything like the fascinating home life I witnessed behind plastic at the Smithsonian. Now I go out once an hour to repeat the vacuuming process and scrub the insides with a damp toothbrush.
If I weren’t so grossed out, I would report some interesting factoids, such as how fast they regroup and rebuild despite my destroying all in sight. Also, they seem to be using the architecture of the controller form and circuit boards to separate their activities: storing eggs, discarding frass (insect feces) and so forth. There are entire cubicles filled with frass. Either they’re each hanging their little tushes over the edge of this space to “go,” or some poor souls have the job of hand-carrying the frass to the garbage heap.
Anyway, it’s not nearly as interesting as it could be, because they may have ruined my 10-day-old controller. That, my friends, is not sustainable.
— Karen Telleen-Lawton’s column is a mélange of observations supporting sustainability. Graze her writing and excerpts from Canyon Voices: The Nature of Rattlesnake Canyon at www.CanyonVoices.com.
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» on 06.21.09 @ 05:35 AM
Sometimes bad deeds get punished. Ms. Telleen-Lawton’s misguided attempt to irrigate surviving oaks and other native plants is such an example. Oaks are fire-adapted and didn’t need her help if they weren’t burned beyond recovery. The same should have been true for the other native plants IF they were truly natives of chaparral habitat; if not, they didn’t belong there in the first place. (As any landscaping contractor worth his/her salt should have told her.)
The author exposes herself as a typical SB “environmentalist” with a shallow understanding of ecology—unable, even, to identify the species of ants “invading” HER property and undoubtedly expensive irrigation system and moved to the point of gagging by the sight of ants doing what a recovering species must. And the opinions of such a person should be credible?
» on 06.21.09 @ 06:43 AM
Hey Former Barbarian,
You clearly want to make the world a better place, but writing harsh comments is not the way to do it. People will see how angry you are and quickly tune you out. And they won’t remember a word you wrote.
Tom
» on 06.21.09 @ 01:12 PM
If I read your words correctly, and feel your “gross-outedness” deeply, I think your experience matches my emotions seeing the big fat white worms on your parents’ tomato plants way back in our youth! As usual, your word-smithing is matched by few…and the pictures you paint are wonderful. I am still laughing out loud at the idea of the ants “hanging their little tushes over the edge of this space to ‘go,’ or some poor souls have the job of hand-carrying the frass to the garbage heap.”
Teeny blue bags of “frass” come to mind.
» on 06.21.09 @ 08:29 PM
Tom, the Healing Coach:
You’re right. Mea culpa. I am guilty of impatience on occasion when people preaching sustainability don’t seem to understand the environment they occupy. Frankly, I expected better of Ms. Teleen-Lawton, based on some of her previous columns, and was disappointed in her wanting to water oaks, etc. (But I still wish she had chosen one of the many SB landscapers who know about chaparral/oak habitat and might have advised her differently…)
However, my characterization of “typical” SB enviros was damn dumb and plain wrong—there are many fine folk in SB and environs working hard to restore watersheds, reduce waste, foster green building, expand renewable energy, etc. Apologies extended to Ms. T-L and, by extension, others… Thanks for your note.
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