Again and again, one ant alone cannot be at fault. The fault represents the whole, and the whole ain't that wholesome. A nest full of problems, problems that require the need of drain cleaner, gasoline and a lit match.

Poison doesn't work as well as they used to. Those ants probably formed some kind of resistance against it a generation or two back, but it probably goes way back from even before then.

I can only watch, unable to do a thing for now. I can't find the nest. These little critters are red and tiny. Gave me quite a sting. Raided the wholemeal bread wholesale. Bread costs 4.50 and a long trip to get.

Disappointed, and it doesn't even have the nerve to talk back to me. Nothing but problems. But of course ants are simple creatures. Swarm behavior and what not.

But how long must I wait?

You can't have ants in your house you know.

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