They were every where and it was causing me so much grief that I eventually started having mini breakdowns, where I would scream, yell, and curse at these stupid little black creatures.
I would go into the bathroom and there would be about ten ants mindlessly crawling around in MY bath tub. (not to mention every where else in the house)
At first I tried to reason with them..
The next few times I tried to threaten them..
"Listen ants.. either you scram or I take this ant spray and send you to ant heaven." (Ant: more aimless darting to and fro)
Then we put out the ant hotels..
What did they do? Well they crawled all over them, came in and out. Spent the night and checked out the next morning.
A little later I tried intimidation..well really there was just a lot of screaming and cursing. I told them I hated them. (Bob thought this tactic was interesting. "Go for the self esteem Cait, I'm sure they will feel so bad that they just leave.")
The final straw was when I sat down to eat my dinner and a little ant came crawling out of my food. That's when the breakdown happened. I may have screamed at the top of my lungs, I just maybe threw my food in the trash and stomped out of the room. (Bob calls this a tantrum, I call it, letting off steam)
That's when Bob decided it was time to call the landlord and get a pest control person to spray them. When the guy came to spray I'm sure he thought I was a little nuts and slightly sadistic, when I kept asking him questions like so all the ants are going to die right? All of them.. dead? He assured me it should get them all.
Bob kept telling me to remember the movie Honey I Shrunk the Kids, when they are in the backyard and the heroic ant saves them. I looked at Bob and dryly told him that if that ant were living in my bathtub I would have no problem smashing him and laughing while I did it.
So it finally happened. I turned into the villain from every Disney Movie. I can see the movie now, these poor defenseless ants with no where to go. Living in the walls and dressing up in little hats. All the while the evil tyrant yelling at them and putting them down. Just like those little rodents in Cinderella. Oh well. I am willing to play the villain as long as I don't have ants sleeping in my bed anymore.