That was before I met the ant colony.
When I used to see the stray, straggler ant, I would maybe lead it to a piece of paper and fling it out the window. I would not squish it. (Nor would I squish spiders. Not that I thought a terrifying chase and ultimate death by drowning was more humane... I just got squeamish.) Boy how the story is different now. I quickly got over the squishing part after maybe the second or third ant invasion. I think it was when they got to my newly purchased local organic honey. I Windex-ed the life out of them and when they would try to escape, I would squish them with my BARE hands. And I would roll them between my fingers to confirm the kill.
Now I understand why they are referred to as an "army of ants." They really are. And even if you made sure that everything you have is closed up and in zip lock bags, they still manage to find the one place you missed and invite they whole army to invade. Like my bag of Mission brand restaurant style tortilla rounds that I reached for the VERY NEXT DAY of opening the brand new bag to finish up leftover (delicious) shredded chicken nacho toppings. At first I thought that it was cracked pepper. Until I saw them moving.
Actual photos of that event would be too graphic for this blog. More innocuous photo below.
