May 08, 2010 02:03
I learned today that "garden level" is the term for my apartment: half underground, half above ground. It makes it sound so much nicer than it is. The bottom of our windows is exactly level with the ground outside.
But that is not the point.
The point is: there are ants in my garden level apartment. I don't know where they came from, but I know where they're going: HADES.
Here is my method for dealing with ants.
1) Spray them liberally with window cleaning solution. (I would say Windex, but I buy off-brand, because I am POOR.)
2) Wipe up their corpses with paper towel and/or toilet paper.
3) Throw corpse-containing paper product into toilet.
4) POOP on them and flush them away.
THAT is what I think of you, ANTS. I poop on you and flush you away, because you are not welcome in my apartment. If, as Jake says, your ant comrades will come to find your bodies, thus increasing the infestation-guess what? I WILL KILL THEM TOO. And I am bigger than you, and smarter than you, and I will live longer than you. (Mostly because I will kill you.)
So by all means, keep sending your little ant comrades into my apartment. YOU SEND THEM TO THEIR DOOM.
Poopy doom.
death,
ants,
life,
me me me,
college