“Oh, God.” I groan and put the lid back on. “Then what, Shane? Use a sieve to sort them out?”
“That’s extreme, boiling her, and too ghoulish!” Bette stops that idea. “What about bug spray instead?” She fishes around under the sink for Raid ant killer.
“Look, it was just a thought, something I threw out there.” Shane swigs her beer. “I liked it better than spraying poison her. You know?”
“I want some of Dana out by the pool over by the Buddha statue, don’t you think, Tina?” Bette takes down a small jade colored bowl, and places it by the very un-ceremonial Starbuck’s cup.
“I know what to do. It’ll be sticky, but it’ll solve the ant problem.” I offer.
“Can sticky be done outside?” Bette urges.
“No, you’ll like this.” I take down a small saucer and squirt into it a half dollar shape of honey. Next, I leave an amber honey trail from the saucer across a few inches of counter space and up into the cup.
“Wow. Now that’s smart.” Bette says as she watches me finish. “I’ll take the whole saucer that will fill with ants and ashes out to the garden with a nice offering of honey to accompany her.”
“Wait, I’m the Earth Mother. What Ant God are we praying to?”
Bette motions to Shane to help get the salads out to the deck for dinner. “There is no ant god, Alice. The ants are the result of the Law of Unintended Consequences.”
“Look.” Shane leans forward. “It’s started already.”
The four of us peer mesmerized as the ant colony marches alongside the amber line right out of Dana’s cup and into Tina’s honey trap.
“You could look at this as a final cleansing of sorts, I guess.” Alice breaks the silence.
Two weeks later – Bette
As I open my eyes I feel my head hurt slightly from drinking too much wine again at night, and how very quiet my house is. It’s after eight and I’m finally getting accustomed to waking up with no one here. I’m a very slow learner; Tina moved out months ago.
The king size bed today feels as immense as a doomed Navy freighter on high seas. It was once a place where Angelica could roll around, and finally learn to crawl. Right here! As I read a magazine and Tina did a crossword puzzle, the baby rolled herself over and took off for the edge.