[Cadaverous Pallor]

One last post before I go do chores.

As soon as the last bunch of rains stopped, I started seeing ants in my bathroom. I saw a couple crawling around aimlessly, nothing to freak on. But pretty soon I saw dead ones. Dead ones on my counter, in my sink, in my candle, on other items on the counter. I found 10 in one evening on the counter area, all dead in random places.

The next day I noticed there were at least 10 in the bathtub, and then I saw them everwhere else - the floor, stuck in tiny cobwebs in the corners, and even a few where the wall meets the ceiling (their favorite hang out, usually). They just keep coming. I keep cleaning, and they keep showing up. I saw one die - it was crawling ever so slowly, flailing its antennae - and it just stopped.

Yeah, it's kinda freaking me out.

I haven't sprayed ant killer in there for months, and I've had random "healthy" ants since. I thought they may be eating something in the medicine cabinet, but no. So of course I think it has to do with the recent rains. But they didn't show up until after the sky cleared.

My entirely-invented-no-basis-in-fact concept is that during the rains, these guys were battling their asses off, trying to save their swamped home. After the rain stopped, their programming told them it was ok to take some time to look for food, but by then, they were sapped. Plus, their homestead was destroyed and all food stores (do these kind of ants store food) were gone.

Tragic, isn't it?

And I really, really hate our ants, since they just won't go away. But now, as I wash my face and take out my contacts in what is essentially an ant graveyard, I feel kind of bad for them.