Ants in the house occasionally, mostly the kitchen, is not very unusual and dealing with them quickly and violently usually keeps them away for a few weeks. However, I suspect the current heatwave must be cutting off their food and water supplies, 'cause the ants around my place are showing signs of desperation.
A few days ago they launched a full scale offensive on my pantry cupboard, with long black lines of ants up the walls around the cornices and down into the cupboard. Their target, a few smudges of syrup which oozed from the tin when closed. A blitzkrieg counter attack and strafing of their columns and supply lines, left tens of thousands dead.
Instead of staying away, they launched further daily invasions from various directions, again with meagre targets such as a blob of spilled icecream on a dresser and a lunchwrap with a smudge of jam on it. Again they paid with tens of thousands of lives. Finally they changed tactics and started sending in small suicide squads, too small to waste ordnance on, so they just got squished.
Again they changed tactics and shockingly, the target was ME. They sent their ninja squads in a classic dawn attack while I slept. I vaguely became aware that something was crawling on my face at 05h00 this morning and sleeply swatted it and the next, and the next... then they started biting! Forced awake now, I found my face and hair alive with ants! I squish-rolled all those on my skin and vigourously brushed my hair, before spraying the bed, pillows etc. By 05h20 the battle was over and I climbed back into bed, rubbing the now itchy bites and trying to overcome the creepy feeling that things were still crawling on me.
Of course they couldn't have really been out for revenge (or could they?), so what the heck were they after? Are they so desperate for sustenance that they would come after a few beads of pillow-sweat? Either way, very wierd and pretty unpleasant.
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Originally Posted by IWantAnAudiRS6
