You can probably
imagine my thoughts when I got up this morning and noticed the tell tale signs
of termite activity around the front of the house again. A growing pile of
granulated soil with a small hole in the centre, teeming with insects. If they
weren’t so destructive and such a pain to get rid of they would be very
admirable. If people all over the world worked at the same rate and with the
same dedicated determination as termites the global economy would be in much
better shape. The termites are opportunistic and have made the most of the smallest
chink in our defenses to start digging, (a small crack in the concrete). I broke up the first mound of earth
with a stick this morning and it is nearly as big again as I type this evening.
I don’t know what it is about this particular location that the termites like.
Perhaps the foundations of our house taste nice. Maybe they are launching a
desperate search and rescue mission for the members of their community that
went missing or were buried alive last year. Whatever the reason I now have a
problem to deal with.
Building on last
year’s experience this will not, I hope, take very long. I’m guessing that
there is a queen somewhere in the colony which might provoke a bit of
excitement around the compound. Last year Duncan, our farm manager, dug out the
queen from another termite infestation. She was huge. Very nutritious though as
Mary, our manager took her away and fried her. I don’t think I’d that like to
try that gourmet item very much. I think the solution will be poison and
concrete again. Simple, efficient and hopefully effective. Rather like the
termites themselves. I think I’ll add them to the list of questions for God,
(which so far includes mosquitoes and flies).
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