I found an ant on the wall of my bathroom the day before yesterday.
Having lived past places with terrible ant infestations, I overreacted in killing it then tossing the entire bathroom looking for more.
Nada.
I figured I got the scout.
Yesterday, I found two more. I all-but-nuked the entire bathroom in bleach-cleaners.
No sign of 'em yet in the wee-hours of this morning, but it may be that it's still a bit cool for the little f***ers.
It's supposed to be unseasonably warm later this week. That will determine if I nipped this problem in the bud.
Ants. Once the little bastards get to you, it's all over.
And this was the one problem this apartment hasn't had.
Crap.
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I myself am happy for the obvious success of the chemicals I'm trimmed our windows in. I've found about a dozen dead ants on the kitchen counters over the past week or so. They're all curled up, and no more than one foot from the window. Happier living through chemicals.
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