Ants on Strike

The ants must be on strike thus leading them to invade and intrude upon my cat's and my foodstock. It's been about a month long battle. Maybe more. I'm not sure anymore. Everywhere I turn, even out of the corner of my eye; they are there on the bed, on my bathroom counter, on my kitchen counter, on my banana, on my bathroom towels, on my closet door, on my computer desk, in Puma's food bowl, In Puma's water bowl, on the carpet, on my foot. I think I even saw one crawling in my hair. You must think I live in a pig's pen. But no, I really don't.

I kill by spraying Lysol Kitchen cleaner; I kill wearing dish gloves using really hot, wet papertowels to wipe up the ants and then flushing them down the sick with running hot water, watching them skirm to their death; I kill with ant spray. Yet, they keep coming back somehow even after I think I've cover all the corners with ant spray. They always have another secret route.

Those damn ant baits don't seem to ever work. I've watched them crawl around the entrances where the poison lies. They never go in. It's like they already know our trick.

Ants, ants, ants please go away. I absolutely abhor you pests. Why must you invade upon my home? I will fight you with every might I have. You will suffer and you will have lost millions. Give yourselves up and raise your white flag or I will have to call the exterminater.

God damnit! An ant just crawled across my laptop. I flicked him across the room. Jesus, why can't you guys just let me be?