A birthday story: I have one of those thermostats supplied by the utility that automatically turns the air way down at the day's peak demand point. If I'm hanging out - which I often am, since I'm still officially a student - I have to physically override the mechanism.
Yesterday at 2 p.m. the air cut out abruptly. Thinking it was the automatic mechanism, I monkeyed with it. No result. The thermostat is new this season, and it's not particularly user friendly. It's also very different from the thermostat I had for the four years prior. So I assumed the failure was human error. I kept monkeying with it.
(Aside: How many monkeys does it take to change a lightbulb? I'm sure there's a punchline for this... let me google it.)
(Aside: I found two punchlines for my lightbulb gag. Both are too crass for my tastes. I better relate to this one:
How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a lightbulb? "Oh, don't trouble yourself. I'll just sit here in the dark.")
Some critters can make themselves at home anywhere.
Now, we get to my personal moment of truth. Do I regress and douse those ants and the air conditioner unit with insecticide?
BUT NO. Sigh...
I googled around. I found a nice Jewish recipe. I plan to kill the ants with food, and lots of it. How else, dahling?
My thanks to an anonymous contributor, screen-named only "Carolsis," from the http://www.ivillagegardenweb.com/, for the recipe!