I think the time has come in this thread for a gruesome tale of slaughter.
I once stayed in an idyllic hut built right alongside rice paddies in Bali. As huts go it was very luxurious - while it was pretty much open to the elements, it had its own kitchen and bathroom on either side of the bedroom, which as you will see is important to the story.
Naturally there were many pests such as mosquitos, but I just slept under a mosquito net to minimize the impact. However, around the third day that I was there, I had a very restless night … all night long my head and shoulders kept feeling little prickles.
I thought I was just imagining things, but with the morning light came a repulsive discovery. The night before, I had thrown papaya and banana peels into the trash bin in the kitchen. All night long, armies of ants had trudged back and forth from the entrance to their nest, which was in the bathroom, to the organic goodness on the other side of the hut. The most direct route was right across the head of the bed.
Now, when I saw “armies” please understand that I mean multitudes. Entire nations, nay civilizations, of ants were tromping across my hut. The “line” of ants was about a foot wide.
I summoned my landlord, who didn’t seem particularly surprised or disturbed. He recommended that in the future I not leave anything accessible that ants might want, advice I was fervently willing to take. Meanwhile, he grabbed a large economy-size can of Baygon (our Indonesian equivalent of Raid) and began a genocidal attack.
It was stunning to watch as battalions of ants instantly went from being an undulating carpet to frozen in place. After he had sprayed all of their little ant-souls up to the great Ant Nest in the Sky, he got a broom and began sweeping the carcasses into a pile.
This was the most memorable part of all. The biomass of swept-up ants was gigantic. You know what it would look like at a hair salon if three brown-haired people simultaneously decided to get their long hair cut short, and then the snips of hair were all swept up into one towering pile of hair? That’s what the dead ants were like.
Bali lost just a little of its charm for me after that.