The exterminator showed up today. It was his fourth visit to my lovely abode. Armed with a can of extremely fowl smelling spray, he doused my kitchen in drops and fumes. The ants are all gone. For the time being.
I need to wipe down all surfaces since those little crawlers were everywhere. And I gotta get rid of the food they penetrated. I want to cry at all the groceries I’ve lost through this battle.
My exterminator said that we are lucky that ants are teeny tiny and not 6 feet tall because they would overpower us easily. I believe him.
In the movie “What about Bob?”, a fuming Richard Dreyfus screams “you think he’s GONE! He’s not gone!” as he opens the door to reveal a smiling Bob Wiley.
That is what this reminds me of.
Oh my God! Run for your life!
http://www.impawards.com/2002/posters/eight_legged_freaks.jpg
On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind being overpowered by this monster, would you, Gomer?
http://5dias.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/attack-of-the-50ft-woman.jpg
(I have an affinity for B-Movie Sci-fi Schlock)
Your post title is so definitive, almost like you still believe in this guy. The only thing being destroyed is his reputation, and were it my house, he damn sure would know about it.
Time to call in a bigger gun.
Take Two —- if those ants were 6 feet tall, you would probably scream and run a lot…
http://haal9000.com/dvd2002-3/coming/eight_legged.jpg