Last night I saw a clump of weeds growing between two of the sidewalks next to my driveway and thought I’d just rip it out before it got any worse.
Doing so dislodged a colony of exactly 9,264,978,037 evil little bastard red ants, half of which ended up in my shoe.
Serves me right for laughing at GameHat and his Giant Ant of Doooooom I guess.
Although the ants weren’t laughing an hour later when I dumped a kettle of boiling water on 'em (we need a sadistic evil grin smiley)
But don’t worry GameHat - they’re not ALL laying eggs in your ears while you sleep.
Homer Simpson: “Sexually attracted to fire”? Are you sure God wants this animal to live?
Eight ant bait-traps purchased today over my lunch break. Also a spray ant-icide.
I was taking a shower this morning, just like it was a normal morning. I saw movement on the shower-curtain bar - fuck, more ants.
It’s on, you bastards.
Ant bait traps placed. Insecticide spray ready. I will kill you, ant. I will kill all of you.
Don’t forget to put cotton in your ears.
If they are really carpenter ants, and the poision doesn’t kill them off, I’d seek some pro advice - those things can cause structural damage to your house.
I am besieged with tiny, tiny ants all over the counter. I have cunningly set out ant traps and spent part of a hot endless day sullenly smooshing them with a tissue. Beats last year, when there was a leak in the kitchen ceiling that actually made a hole, and I saw dozens of HUGE black carpenter ants all over the place. Eating the insides of the walls. Ughhhhh!
Oh, look at that, TCM is showing “Them!” with big old ants stolidly marching and waving antennae. Maybe it’s TCM’s tribute to the late James Arness.