i got there and the ants were everywhere. i am now used to them crawling up my legs. there are even sum in the car. i put a teaspoon of milo in a cup and terned my back for a moamant and then there were two ants rushing down the inside. i spilt some milo on the bench and i swear all the ants, wherever they were on the bench, instantly sped up. they inhalde the milo fumes and hypered up to find the source.
the howse has been subject to chemical warfare. chris renamed the bathroom Chernobyl.
today i followed the ant trails to their convergence, which was just out of sight in the outer edge of the frame of the partially openable window. i had to climb onto the roof to get a better look at the outside, but i still couldn't see the little hole. i sprayed chemical death all along the ant trails that weren't on food-frequented surfaces, and i mashed the benchtop surface with a nold reader's digest. i ran it along all the ridges and dismembered them all. i filled the questionable corner of the window frame with chemical death also.
i am not a vegetarian.
i shall see how long it takes the residents to notice.
i can still feel them on my legs......
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