I stood there, armed with my weapons, ready to strike. I knew I would win. I had the advantage. They wouldn't win. They wouldn't be able to flee. I had them right where I wanted them. I was the hunter, and they were my prey. I was the assassin, and they were my target. I was the winner, and they were the loser. I didn't care how many of them there were, they were going down. There could be hundreds of them, and I wouldn't care. The ants were not going to beat me.
I have a perpetual hatred for ants. It started at a young age, and the fire has only been fueled summer after summer when the demon seeds have found their way back into my home. All they seem to do in my home is get in my everything and destroy it. Destroying the things that I love. The food I eat. The makeup I use. The bed I sleep in.
So, I stood there, after coming into my kitchen morning after morning and spotting the devil spawn crawling on my counters, sinks, and containers. It was NOT acceptable! I took my trusty can of raid and sprayed line after line, ant after solitary ant. Something inside of me was pleased with watching their bodies struggle as they tried to escape, but failing and dying. After the traumatizing I experienced at 11 years old, their life (as long as they were in my house) did not matter. They ruined me. Then I took my trusty Clorox with bleach and I cleaned up their carcases. Their tiny, black carcases, along with their scent trail they leave behind for their colonies. (Seriously, I hate them so much I know they even leave a stupid scent trail for their colonies.)
But then they began their next move - the one they always make. To. My. Bathroom. It wasn't fair. Why MY BATHROOM? I clean it. I use it regularly. I do my hair and makeup in there. Is that why? Do they hate me so much that they don't want me to make myself presentable to the world? Well, I knew what I had to do. I had to first, get my secret weapon (raid) and make my bedroom impenetrable. Not one of my enemies would be crossing the line of death into my room. (I obviously emptied a can of raid spraying down my doorway, windows, outlets, anyway they might enter.) Then, I took to the battle ground. (my penetrated bathroom.) (Good enough reason to use the word penetrate.) I killed every one of those demonic souls. Then I cleaned up their carcases and discarded of them. I considered a burning of the rags I used, just as a symbolic win, but then I thought of the fire hazards and I thought, better not.
I hope that this is the last I will write of the enemy. As every trilogy needs to come to a close, but alas, we will never know. Until next summer....
(The first and second installments of The Ant Trilogy are here and here! Enjoy my pain!)
