Ants. I've got them.
For the first month or so at my new place I saw an occasional bug. Bugs happen, whatever.
Four days ago, on the way to work, I saw a few ants. A few made it inside. Whatever.
That night I came home to a trail of ants from my bathroom to my pantry. Why!? I mixed up some soapy water in a spray bottle and killed the syrup hungry bastards. Die.
The next night I come home and I have more ants all over the bathroom sink! *Spray* *Spray* Die!
Again the night after that. I got them good this time. Die, you little bastards. Die.
Last night I come home; there are ants -everywhere. What the Fuck Barbeque? I kill and kill. I tell them to tell their friends and kill them for not telling their friends.
This is fucking war. They know it. I know it. Home Depot know it. I bought a shit load of ant traps. I have ant bait in 42 corners of my house now. I have ant...gel? It kills ants. I have it.
Except today, I find no ants. Did they retreat? Did they suffer heavy enough casualities and their supply lines too thin to continue? Perhaps a new queen with a different understanding of foriegn policy?
We'll see...
God kill the queen.
For the first month or so at my new place I saw an occasional bug. Bugs happen, whatever.
Four days ago, on the way to work, I saw a few ants. A few made it inside. Whatever.
That night I came home to a trail of ants from my bathroom to my pantry. Why!? I mixed up some soapy water in a spray bottle and killed the syrup hungry bastards. Die.
The next night I come home and I have more ants all over the bathroom sink! *Spray* *Spray* Die!
Again the night after that. I got them good this time. Die, you little bastards. Die.
Last night I come home; there are ants -everywhere. What the Fuck Barbeque? I kill and kill. I tell them to tell their friends and kill them for not telling their friends.
This is fucking war. They know it. I know it. Home Depot know it. I bought a shit load of ant traps. I have ant bait in 42 corners of my house now. I have ant...gel? It kills ants. I have it.
Except today, I find no ants. Did they retreat? Did they suffer heavy enough casualities and their supply lines too thin to continue? Perhaps a new queen with a different understanding of foriegn policy?
We'll see...
God kill the queen.

bepps:
PANTS! I've got them! But I'm not wearing them!


