Hardly ever have problems with insects, and after years in an old home, the ants rained down from the ceiling.

After squishing fifty, you start to realize that even when you count all your beans the ants are always ants, ants around the corner, ants below and above.

Who could have known perhaps a dove. Now I called the terminator and they hardly seem to help these days. Nearly dumped all the ants on my head after one gross two gross three gross four gross more a twenty dollar ant trap cost me ten score.

And so the story is ants in your pants, they humble us in the worst of times, when you are off demon hunting or looking on the horizon simply for spite or curiosity alone remember it better have purpose or youll get ants in your pants and another lesson after.