Every house has it's share of unwanted guests. Some have two legs, some have four, and in our case, they have six. It started one night, when we went to go brush our teeth, and found a little party of them in our bathroom (eeewwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). We put out some traps, and it seemed to go away. Then, they came back. Just a few at first, but then they were everywhere. In every room. ALL.THE.TIME.
So, being the idiotic bleeding-heart that I am, I felt conflicted about killing them. They're just trying to make a living, after all. So, I spent an entire afternoon researching the evidence regarding whether insects feel pain, and eventually felt confident that their little CNS-absent brains wouldn't know what hit them. So, we put out some poison. We found their homebase, at a tree outside our house, and let 'em have it.
So far, the ants have largely disappeared. I try not to think about it too much. Then, the other night, Matiss found a GIANT, big daddy, momma said knock you out kind of ant in our sink. EEEEEWWWWWWW! I think the little punk-ass workers have all died, so now the big bad-ass workers are coming out for blood. This is war.
