The Ants Go Marching One By One, Hurrah

Last weekend we had a wonderful time out at camp, until Sunday night when we noticed 20+ huge winged ants walking back and forth on the trim under the ridge. An exciting period of search and destroy ensued, followed by Bernie standing on a bar stool balanced on two chairs to take down the ceiling fan and remove the trim. Even after taking down a bunch of ceiling tiles we didn't find much to worry about so we were foolishly hoping that the structure of our house hadn't been eaten away and a roof cave-in was not imminent.

Bernie and Ben went out to camp tonight with the new ceiling material and took down the rest of the old ceiling. Although they didn't find the dreaded structural damage, they did find hundreds of ants. Yuck.

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