The goddamn ants have the run of the place now.
At first, they were just here and there. Oops, dropped a cookie crumb – a few hours later, I’d find a few ants milling around. Now, their response time is literally measured in minutes, suggesting a command and control system rivalling that of the US Army. I’m not joking – if you leave a food item unattended for fifteen minutes, the ants will be on it.
Mrs. Melobi sent me some peanut butter – a handy snack for days when it’s too hot to walk the 3/4 mile to the DFAC for lunch (which is every day). I opened it yesterday. Today, I picked it up and it was covered in shiny columns of marching ants – they had managed to get inside the jar, even though it was completely closed!
Incredibly pissed, I threw away almost all the food I had, even sealed stuff – I can’t eat a whole box of Ritz crackers in one day, so what use are they? Once they’re open, they’re done.
I find it incredibly hard to believe that this doesn’t happen back home. Are you really going to tell me that I don’t have to hermetically seal every potentially edible item against vermin attack? I seem to remember leaving bread and other food items completely uncovered for hours back at the house – such an act here would find you welcoming your new ant overlords when you came back from shift!
Thankfully, no mice have reappeared – my room had mouse poop in the corners when I moved in, but none since – but I think that’s mostly because no living thing bigger than an ant would want to live in the blasted wasteland that is Camp Liberty.