When I talked to David right after the storm on Saturday (see previous blog), I told him that I thought the flying ants would arrive that night. Sure enough, the invasion began at dusk.
The winged creatures come flying in huge formations that look like brown clouds. They are drawn to the light and will crawl into the house through every tiny opening they can find.
Many of our Zambian friends eat the ants. They cook them in a skillet--the ants make their own "oil" for frying--and I've heard they taste like popcorn. I'll take their word for it.
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