I have been battling an ant problem in my bathroom.  It was really getting to me.  They were scurrying everywhere but hadn't reached any food stuffs so I didn't pay it too much attention.  But then came the weird larvae things, which were disgusting.  Then came the ants to eats these disgusting larvae things alive.  *Shudder*  It became too much for me.  Out came the ant traps. 

 I once read a book that was prefaced by a quote which I will hideously paraphrase now, "Be it an ant or and elephant, death is the same."  So I've taken this way too close to my heart and spent a great deal of time watching these poor ants eat the poison, start walking funny and then starting to convulse.  I did the only thing I could, I watched for ants that seemed to get the worst of the poison and on the verge of tears I mercy squished them.  See, the problem is not the infestation of ants crawling all over my bathroom, but the fact that I had to eventually kill them.  It's very unsettling.

 

So this problem sadly destroyed I opened my curtains today to face about 20-30 houseflying buzzing around happily.  There is a hole in my screen, it's too hot to sleep with the window closed and I'm near the dumpster at the back.  This was an inevitable problem.  I'm going to sew the hole up tonite and then become "Christa the Destroyer" once more. <sigh>