I was really impressed by the lack of insects in the apartment when I got back from YAPC. But this morning I discovered that underneath my Japanese books there was an army of them. Little black ants that don’t bother me unless they are on my table, or on my skin, or on my chairs. Actually I think they are bothering me now.
Marty was supposed to get rid of them weeks ago but he thinks that they are cute and talks about them “stomping around the apartment” as if this is a good thing. Today I’ve tried brushing them up, sucking them up with my Dyson, and washing the floor with some smelly detergent in the hope that they won’t like it. But still there seems to be the odd ant here and there.