You know, it wasn't so bad when they were just in my bathroom. Even when they started flocking towards some spilled milk in my kitchen, I wasn't all that distressed. But last night I got home and found that ants had found their way into my cupboard. I am down one box of stale Frosted Flakes.
I used to feel bad about wiping them up and washing them away. I'd try to pick them up and throw them outside whenever it was practical. I used to really like ants. I even wanted to buy SimAnt at some point in my life. But as Regan said, "Ants are fun until they get inside your house." And then they go and mess with my food. Well, that's it. From now on I'm a stone-cold take-no-prisoners mofo when it comes to ants.
Maybe I should try to capture them in a jar and make an ant farm.
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