Insurgent Ants

Insurgent ants.

Early this morning, I saw what looked like dead ants all over the roof of my car.

I shoved one of them with the tip of my finger. It woke up, scampered around, and woke up the nearby ants, all which seemed dazed and confused. I didn't have time to spray water all over my car, so I drove off, hoping that the ants would be blown away by the wind.

Nothing happened. They remained on the surface of the car, crawling through the cracks of the window into the car, then into the air-con vent. FUCK! And were all gone after a while, probably hiding in the cracks.

Fogging.

When I reached home, there was routine fogging going on at the car park. I couldn't ask the guy to fog the inside of my car, but I figured out that the genocide would be brutal enough if I parked in the thick fog. With the skies dark and cloudy, I am expecting a glorious victory.

They can run, they can hide. They know that they're surrounded. The nerve gas and heavy rainfall will eventually drive these insurgents out of their caves.

[ Update - 11:27 PM ]

Fuck it. Nothing worked. The moment the air-con was switched on, the ants started pouring out of the vents and Jessie had a lot of smacking to do.

I'm considering borrowing an anteater from the zoo. Preferably a very hungry one.