They are being very persistent this year and, frankly, are about to drive me to heretofore unseen levels of ant murder.
Ironically enough, 14 years ago, my first LJ post mentioned a similar ant plague. I was decidedly more pro-ant back in the day. Now, six jobs and four homes later, well... lets just say my use of Black Flag is no longer quite as judicious.
It's really just their refusal to take a freaking hint. I trace their little ant trail back to the source, douse it in Black Flag, oblivious to the little ant screams of horror, and watch as the trail dwindles and then disappears, only to reappear a few days later from another point of egress.
Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Etc.
I don't really like using insecticides inside the house because of the beasts. Frankly I don't trust Fry not to lick doors and windowsills. I just don't. So in addition to the hundreds of ant murders weighing on my soul, I've also significantly increased my housework burden.
And lets be frank, housework has never been my thing. I mean sure, I want a perfectly neat, clean home at all times. I just don't want to have to, you know, clean it. :p