Ants invading my underwear

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t of this situation was a small army of ants that had made their way into my underpants from the laundry line.Since they attacked a crucial area, panic buttons were pushed aggressively and I had to dive into damage control immediately. That meant stripping down everything. Even though I didn’t remove my shirt, I rolled up the sleeves for the obvious theatrics of going into war.Yes, it was war!I wiped the underpants with a wet towel and proceeded to wear it back. I was cocky about my intense wiping and didn’t bother to check if I had killed all of them.Well

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, I immediately regretted not checking and instantly understood even ants have contingency plans. Took off my underwear, and I spotted one more ant that had survived. After ensuring the enemy was neutralized, I decided to wage chemical warfare, just to be sure. I took my grandmother’s direction of using her dusting powder.I nursed the pain that was inflicted in a short period of time through breakfast, and I was immediately reminded of the time I had destroyed the habitat of a colony of ants recently while I was watering plants in my backyard.I had karma for breakfast!</article></body>

Ants Invading My Underwear

Did the title make you smile? If it did, I’m glad you are able to gloat. As you still linger on the pleasure of my misfortune this morning, let me make one thing clear: the only other group of creatures that drew pleasure out of this situation was a small army of ants that had made their way into my underpants from the laundry line.

Since they attacked a crucial area, panic buttons were pushed aggressively and I had to dive into damage control immediately. That meant stripping down everything. Even though I didn’t remove my shirt, I rolled up the sleeves for the obvious theatrics of going into war.

Yes, it was war!

I wiped the underpants with a wet towel and proceeded to wear it back. I was cocky about my intense wiping and didn’t bother to check if I had killed all of them.

Well, I immediately regretted not checking and instantly understood even ants have contingency plans. Took off my underwear, and I spotted one more ant that had survived. After ensuring the enemy was neutralized, I decided to wage chemical warfare, just to be sure. I took my grandmother’s direction of using her dusting powder.

I nursed the pain that was inflicted in a short period of time through breakfast, and I was immediately reminded of the time I had destroyed the habitat of a colony of ants recently while I was watering plants in my backyard.

I had karma for breakfast!