By taking poetic license with the old Mother Goose nursery rhyme, this could be me……
There was a crooked woman, and she walked a crooked mile,
She found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
She bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
My 100+ year old cottage is very crooked, not a flush place to be found anywhere. Plus, it’s over an old fashioned root cellar, the kind that is literally just a hole in the ground. It’s a haven for insects, spiders, mice, snakes……well, you get the picture.
My deal with these creatures is they stay in the yard and root cellar, leaving the cottage itself to me, Max and the cats. We’ve always respected each others’ territory until this summer, when ants decided to move into the cottage. Bunches of ants.
The Ants Come Marching Dozens by Dozens….
I tried all the usual animal communication stuff, asking what they needed from me, renegotiating the living quarters, trying to make deals with them. Nothing worked.
The ants were convinced they were helping me by living in the cottage.
I finally came to the conclusion “If you can’t beat them, join them”.
So I’ve spent the summer observing my new roommates, in our very close quarters.
I observed how quick, active and determined they are. It’s like having a cleaning crew come in, do their job and leave in record time.
I noticed how they cooperated with each other when it came to moving a bit of food that had fallen to the floor.
I paid attention to how patient they were when they were after a tidbit of food.
The Ants Leave One by One….
Now here’s where it gets interesting. I gained a new respect and appreciation for ants that I’ve never experienced before. Once I became cognizant of that new respect and honor for the ants, they started to leave the cottage. Everyday there are less and less ants in the house.
While I initially thought they were helping me by being the cleaning crew (which is true to some aspect), the deeper lesson they had for me was to recognize their positive qualities and attributes that I carry within myself.
Animals are our guides and teachers, when we are ready and open to listen to their guidance. The next time you have ants in your house, or keep seeing the same animal over and over and over again, the question to ask yourself is: “What lesson does this animal have for me?”.