Dust and Chiclayo are synonymous, though to
me it’s not just dust. It’s more like a combination of dust and beach sand. The
color is volcanic gray. It permeates and settles on everything. Use a dust
cloth on a table in the morning, and by early afternoon you can write your name
in the dust on that same table, or refrigerator top or counters or computer or
bedspread or yourself if you sit still long enough. Spill a few drops of water
on a floor and you have instant mud.
Chiclayanos are accustomed to it…they don’t
even give it a thought. When we first moved to Chiclayo we used to vacuum
floors and furniture daily. Now we do it three times per week and call it good.
What I don’t understand is that the dust seems to be unique to Chiclayo. In all
of the towns and villages we’ve visited, I have never seen that dust in homes,
restaurants or hotels. Even Pimentel, twelve miles away on the ocean doesn’t
have dust.
The other constant is ants. Ants are
everywhere. Every building has ants. They were in our apartment when it was
being built. They probably moved in when a scout ant saw the first brick being
placed. There was no food for them…at least none contributed by human action.
Still, they were there busily doing whatever it is ants do.
Scout ants can be seen on almost any wall.
They just slowly meander around without apparent direction looking for food,
and when they find it what happens is amazing. A drop of melted ice cream or a
speck of meat missed on a kitchen counter, table or floor will have hundreds on
the spot within thirty minutes. In a relatively short time they eat the food and
disappear. Or they die by my hand. But what’s really impressive is when a scout
locates a bonanza…a mother lode of food that can be taken back to the colony.
When that happens you see what appears to be a continuous black line slowly
undulating on a wall. I’ve seen those lines extending from the street to a
second-story window on the exterior walls of white buildings and marveled at
the distance those ants were traveling.
This morning we had one of those continuous
black lines slowly undulating on a wall. It began at the top of a kitchen
window. From there it followed a ceiling/wall juncture through the kitchen,
into a hallway, into a bedroom, then down a wall to the floor and then climbed
a table leg where Maribel had placed a guaba fruit. Normally that would not be
a problem…unless the skin has an opening. The skin had an opening. The ants
were able to enter the fruit and get at the sweet white flesh that surrounds
the seeds. And that is why the entire colony was going back and forth on the chemical
trail laid down by a scout. They are no longer doing that. I am into my second
can of Raid (no odor formula) this month.
Once again I was impressed with the
distance those ants were traveling and wondered how far it would be in human
terms. You can see what’s coming…right? I measured their path at 509 inches one
way. The ants are .0625 inches in length. I divided 1018 by .0625 to determine
that they were traveling 16,288 times their own length round trip. Now I had to
equate that to human measurements.
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