Normally, I love bugs. Beetles, bees, centipedes, or anything remotely interesting to look at that other people see as gross or weird. It brings me comfort, in an odd way. Though I like bugs, I don’t like them in my living vicinity.
Ants have been scattered throughout my bathroom, which was odd, because I didn’t have anything open or food or anything in my bathroom, so of course, I tried to kill as many as I could. They were annoying. Getting on my towel, on my sink, just everywhere. I finally killed them all, until today.
Today, after dinner, I was walking to my room, saying goodnight to my parents. Then, I see about a million of those six-legged creatures beneath my feet. Obviously, weirded out, I cleaned them up, killing around 6 or 7 generations of them, since my mom was recovering from surgery and my dad just wanted to relax. I like ants for the environment, but maybe not in my house and on my bare feet.
So now I write this blog to you, with ants crawling up my legs and down my arms, going into the parts of my computer. They’re.. they’re just.. everywhere.
P.C. – Google, “guy cleaning floor”

