Ant Terrorism: Part 2

Pursuant to my previous blog (The Long and Winding Blog, below), I came home yesterday evening to find that in my nearly four days of absence, the ants had done an admirably efficient job of killing themselves. The once long and crowded ant super highways that led to the four ant baits had become trickling streams with just a few stragglers.

Strangely, my bathtub was full of about 100 dead ants. How they got in there or why is beyond my comprehension. Even more perplexing and head-scratching-causing was what I discovered in my toilet (unusual, eh?). A group of about six ants were clinging to each other, floating and miraculously still alive, in a shape that can best be described as a square, much like you'd imagine a group of sky divers doing, arms (in this case, legs) linked.

I wish I had taken a picture. Truly remarkable. For a moment, I pondered the idea of saving them. Surely, with their survival instincts and guts, they were special ants. Somehow they'd fallen in the toilet, one by one, survived, found each other, and created a living ant raft.

I didn't ponder for long. I flushed them. But this gives further evidence to support the belief that my house is infested with no ordinary ants. They seem rather intellligent - but I want them all to stay outside just the same.