Hot Weather, Ants and Dogs

Hot girl-dog starting a hot walk.

The weather has spiked here. It's in the 80s early in the day and mid-90s by mid-afternoon. The older I get, the more I am aware of the narrowing of my personal temperature comfort range. I am not comfortable when it is higher than the 70s. Activity brings on an instant, dripping sweat. Bella is also miserable and seems content to just be on the cool tile floor or in the shade of a palm.

Along with the heat, we've seen an enormous influx of ants—in the bathroom, in the kitchen, around the perimeter of the house. Counters are cleaned several times a day, but still they come. The concrete house is porous and we've found several spots we think are their entry by watching their trail.

The only thing available in our rental was Raid and my husband used it. (Effectively, I might add, but reluctantly.) We were concerned for our health, naturally, but more concerned for Bella. Some of the spray was at her level and we didn't want her anywhere near it.

Our neighbor, a long time Baja resident and knowledgeable ant remover, had the better solution: some liquid dish detergent diluted enough to use it in a spray bottle (which she was kind enough to lend us). Eureka! It stops them dead in their tracks without us resorting to pesticides. We can now go on the attack, without fear of the "bad stuff."