When Co-Existing with Ants Goes Too Far

I like to coexist with the animals that live in my house, but sometimes that coexistence becomes an insect take over and I have to put my foot down (well, my sandal and some poison - actually).

The nice, peaceful, and large ants that walked around on my walls day after day decided to move in with all of their little white larval babies in their mouths.  That was it.  I had to take action.

So... the landlady came up and sprayed a little bit of "veneno" at the cracks they were entering and exiting.  All done, we thought, as she went back down to her house.

Not done.

About twenty minutes later, I walk back into my room and there are literally thousands of ants falling from the ceiling.  It is raining ants.  They are coming out of places I never even knew had openings.  Ants, jumping like parachuters, the little white babies in their mouths like the chutes that never opened.

I panic and start hitting them with a sandal as they run towards my bed and the kitchen.  They far outnumber the wrath of my sandal.

So.... I run for back up.  The land lady comes back like all is totally normal and just starts shooting the poison everywhere... including my toothbrush.

Here I am, freaking out, and she sweeps up the mound (not an exaggeration) of dead ants in her bare feet like she's washing dishes in the kitchen.

The ants and I no longer coexist.


Oh, and I forgot to mention that before this... another type of ant was eating my dirty clothes. Another reason we are no longer friends.

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