Back when I first started working for Wild and the Beach back in SLO we had this epic ant epidemic. Like you opened the freezer and a thousand ants had marched to their freezing cold death in the freezer. You’d turn on the kitchen light and it would look like the floor was MOVING. Insanity. We figured our building was built on some sort of ancient ant burial ground, but no, it was just out in the middle of nowhere, where all kinds of critters would be hanging out.
This is my third week in Chico and by week two it became painfully clear that we too are being overrun by ants. And these are weird HUGE mutant black ants and no matter how much ant spray we spray on them, they just won’t die or go away. We’ll get them out of one studio and they’ll move into another. It’s frustrating and kinda gross to be honest.
It was also kind of fortunate because I got to introduce the good people of the Chico radio group I work for to the ant eater meme. Remember these guys?
We now have ant eaters in both rock stations, but I don’t think they’re actually helping anymore than the ant poison. Nuclear mutant ants! I even tried the unthinkable this weekend… I cleaned the studio. I’m talking on my hands and knees with disinfectant wipes, cleaning the shelves. I was richly rewarded for this by stabbing myself in the finger with an industrial strength staple that was hidden up in the shelving unit somewhere.
Never let it be said I don’t bleed for my work.