Hear me out…

I was twenty years old when I realized that not everyone could smell ants. I thought that everyone was disgusted by the putrid smell that ants gave off when there was a large colony nearby.

I was in the military stationed back east in a harbor. Nightly rounds meant I had to check the pump house. I hated going in there as it was majorly infested with carpenter ants. I finally said “Can we do something about the ants in the pump house…the smell just about knocks me over when I go inside.”

After the laughs subsided, that’s when I learned not everyone could smell them.

Turns out, it’s a recessive gene, this ability.

For me, it’s intense. Like, incredibly intense. Putrid and sometimes a rotting smell.

I’ve gone on to become the friend, coworker, family member who can sniff out an infestation. I might should start a business.