did all these gnats come from?" I asked, noticing some small bugs on the
living room carpet. Closer inspection revealed they were not gnats at all, but
tiny black ants with wings. Ants? With wings? Why would I have winged ants in my
It canít be TERMITES, can it? PANIC! Iíd better call the bug
man to check it out.
The call to the exterminator was not encouraging. "It
sounds like termites. They are swarming everywhere. I have so many calls I
canít keep up with all of them. Iím going to do a job on your street today,
so Iíll come by and look."
I had that feeling of dread. Iíve heard termites make mud
tunnels on the foundation. I went outside and looked. No tunnels, but the
windowsill was full of the critters, and thousands of tiny pairs of wings were
The termite inspector came and confirmed my worse fears.
"What we have here are subterranean termites." He went on,
"Itís a pretty big problem. They live in the ground, and we use a
chemical method to inject a poison barrier in the ground around the house."
Subterranean? I canít even spell it and Iíve got it, I
thought miserably. I was in no mood to argue, about bugs with the munchies. I
wondered when the roof would come crashing in.
"Get rid of them! HURRY!"
"We have to drill into the ground and that means through
the concrete patio and the garage floor."
He then proceeded to enlighten me about termites. "You are
lucky! When they swarm they are getting ready to mate and create new colonies.
It is a warning. Those are the kings and queens. They donít do the damage.
When they swarm, there are millions of them. People always panic."
"The worker termites are white. They are the ones that do
the damage. You never see them because they stay in the ground. They build mud
tunnels up the foundation to get into the wood. Problem is, they donít always
build on the outside of the foundation; they can also build inside, even in the
holes of concrete blocks."
From the looks of my living room, those royals must have had one
heck of a honeymoon.
I later found out that there are different ways to treat for
subterranean termites. The exterminators can inject a barricade into the ground
that the termites detect and, theoretically, wonít go through, or inject a
poison barricade that termites canít detect, or even set traps to attract them
and let them take the lethal poison home to the colony, since termites are
"We inject a barricade that they canít detect. They dig
right through it. When it gets on them, it gives them a fungus that they then
take back to the colony." This was far more information than I really
wanted to know.
Itís mass murder, I thought. I would be responsible for
killing thousands of bugs with biological weapons. I tired not to think of tiny
termite screams, as I momentarily felt a pang of remorse.
Wait a minute; they are eating me out of house and home! I
canít feel sorry for termites! They do more destruction that any natural
disaster and my house is their choice for a buffet banquet.
So, I hired a hit man to do the dastardly deed. The bug
professionals came with coveralls, tanks, and drills. They drilled for what
seemed like hours. All the stuff in my garage had to be moved away from the wall
to make room. What a mess! The poison was injected, the holes refilled and the
worse was over, except for paying the bill.
"They were in the wood," confirmed the termite man.
"They have started on the main supporting beam under your house.
Fortunately, no damage yet, lucky thing you found them this year instead of
three years from now."
Funny, I donít feel very lucky Ė on the other hand, I
suppose the termites are having a worse day than I am.