So last night.... (Temp sequel to "The Greatest Story Ever")

... I also had a round2 with the ants.

I should do a sequel to "The Greatest Story Ever", but I'm too lazy atm. So it goes like this.

I come back in from LoLSquad fight night at 3AM. Hungry. Tired. So what do I do?... Well, damn, I'm not making food, so I grab a bag of rOfles (ruffles) out of the cabinet. Start munchin'.

Hunger goes away, I put the bag on the kitchen table, walk back to my room. As I walk in my room, I feel something on my hip. I scratch and I'm like "oh it's an ant" -squash- *flick* ........ "WAIT AN ANT FUUUUUUUUUCK".

*flips light on* And to my surprise, my desk is covered in ants.

Panic mode engage.

How did they get there? Did my closest get infested AGAIN? ARE THEY IN MY FUCKIN' BED?!?!?!.

Chaos ensues as I hurriedly scramble around for a can of GTFO-Ant spray. Spray down my desk, throw my sweats in the washer machine, and switch to another pair of sweats. Here I am on hands-and-knees in my room tryin to figure out where the Hell these things came from.

But I can't find ANYTHING. No trail, no random holes, no more in a random corner, NOTHING.

Paranoia.

"How the hell did that happen......."

So I walk THROUGH the kitchen to go throw sweats #1 in the washer, only to notice something moving on the kitchen table. Another one of the lil' bastards. *Punches table* GO TO HELL!

They were on the bag.... thankfully the bag was sealed when I opened it, so I'm bout 75% sure I didn't eat one... but that means *opens cabinet*... uraaaaaaaaaaah.

Whole left side? Swarming. Looked like Starcraft up in that piece. Again I fall back and arm myself with some Bitch-B-Gone ant spray and start roastin' fools.

Had to throw out a can of beans and an oooooooooooooooooold back of jalopenos (i think that thing was older than me, honestly. Those things were dryyyy). Running out to the trash can with no shirt and Holy sweats in 25 degree weather? GDLK!

After I got my 25 kills and nuked the cabinet, I spent another 30 minutes searching my room in extreme paranoia. Eventually I convinced myself that I wasnt going to die from an antswarm in my sleep and went to bed.

Woke up this morning. Grabbed some outdoor pumpspray bottle...thing. Sprayed around the whole house (WITHOUT HAVING THE BOTTLE BLOW UP IN MY FACE THIS TIME), and then sprayed some places inside.

Crisis averted.... for now.