The Georges in Peru

When we returned from my Mother's funeral in the States, we were greeted by a stream of ants parading through our kitchen.  Not nasty stinging ants, so one wouldn't think it was a problem, but Amy thought that I should do something about them. What did they do to hurt me?  Besides drowning by the thousands in our jar of honey with a loose lid?  Amy took the initiative and put out some ant powder, but they kept coming in.  It turns out they had made a colony under our dishwasher, which was sitting on some broken concrete.  I can fix this, I thought. I'll just pour a new floor  of concrete over the dishwasher pad.  That stopped them from coming in from under the dishwasher, but forced the ants to find a new way out of their predicament of being buried alive.  They started coming out of the wall plug-ins and around the pipes in the kitchen.  After weeks of caulking all of the conduit and pipes I think we have them under control.  I've said that at least 10 times now, so my optimism is subdued.  The good news is that it forced me to do a much-needed countertop renovation project that I've thought of doing for years!