A Better Ant Trap
That’s a picture of my husband’s melodica. When we first move into this flat I remember him holding up his melodica and asking me where I thought he should store it. I don’t remember giving him an answer, but a few days later I noticed it sitting way up on top of the cabinets in the kitchen. The melodica was left there for a year, untouched.
The other night we saw a Brazilian jazz band play in a London club. At one point in the performance one of the musicians played the melodica. This was enough to inspire my husband to get try to play his melodica again the following day. He used to play it a lot. He even played in on his album.
The melodica is now so covered with grease it’s not playable. It’s so sticky that an ant tried to crawl across the keys and got stuck. He died a sad death standing on the Ab key.
“How did this happen?” my husband asked.
“I don’t know. It was near the stove,” I replied.
“I’m going to clean it up so I can play it again.” He placed it on the windowsill, where it’s sat for a week untouched–the sticky beads of grease glistening in the sun.
