The Ant Goddess
While I'm on a roll I thought of another "pest" story. Many years ago I lived in a warehouse studio. My bed was up on a 2x4 platform, and being kind of messy I had left a plate of shortbread crumbs up there for a couple days. Unfortunately it was spring and all the ants were coming out of hibernation and foraging for food. One afternoon I noticed that there was a "caravan route" in through a crack under the window, along the sill, up the power cord and across my pillow to said plate of crumbs. Cursing my sloth I cleaned up, but the next day the caravan was still travelling it's merry way.
A roommate said that ants don't like bay leaves, so I crushed and scattered a bunch along the window sill. The next day the ants were still plying their route. "Ants may dislike bay leaves" I thought, "but I need to make them
fear them".
So, crushing some more bay leaves to get the smell all over my fingers and the power cord, I then proceeded to crush some ants as well - about 6 or 7. I dropped a couple onto the windowsill, at the spot where the ants were getting in. Of course, ants, when they come across a dead comrade will carry the body back to their hole, and that's what these did. I dropped a couple more. It was my intention to have the ant associate the smell of bay leaves with death.
Soon, to my complete amazement, more ants came back through the opening carrying the "fallen". They tossed them over the edge, and then jumped themselves!!!!!!!!!! Clearly, they had not only put 2 and 2 together and concluded the smell was the cause of death, but the contaminated ants who were the bearers sacrificed themselves.
I concluded from this astonishing experience that the other creatures of this world are a lot more intelligent than we give them credit for.
And, although the guy in the studio beside mine had ants all over his place, I never had another one!
Oh, and just so that I'm not totally off-topic, the CNR yards were at the foot of the street.

Val