If there was ever a more annoying thing to find in your house, then colour me surprised.
Having discovered one delightful little bugger on my coffee table the other morning, I was filled with a feeling of dread that suddenly, like in the classic B-movie "Them!", I was to be invaded by an unending stream of carnivorous beasts.
So when I awoke this morning to find not one but three scurrying across the countertop, I made it my mission to knock this little alien intrusion on its head before it could go any further.
Finding the source of the trouble was far from difficult; our front door is annoyingly old and as such has a gap larger than Springsteen's underbite through which any beastie may enter unhindered into our crummy little condominium. Not two metres away, an army of tiny soldiers was erupting from a hole in the Tarmac.
Armed with no more than a boiling kettle and a can of Raid powder, yet feeling like John Goodman in "Arachnophobia", I set about the task of destroying their meticulously build home in one foul swoop of scalding hot rage. Ant powder copiously scattered around the door frame and hopefully that's the last we'll be seeing of the blighters.
Admittedly, of all the household pests, ants are probably the most harmless, and yet they are somehow the creepiest. Crawly little things giving you the willies? No one needs that.
So unless you're Antman and can tell them to bugger off, or Rick Morranis' shrunken children, knock that invasion on its head before summer sets in, 'cause they're about as welcome as, well, ants at a picnic!
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