Killing Ants

   It is a bloodbath in my washroom. There are ant carcasses everywhere.
   Today I bought some of that sweet, sweet toxic ant food in hopes of killing the tiny squatters that have taken up residency in my lavatory. I don't know why or how they came to be, but all I can say is that I hope they are knock knock knockin' on heaven's door. Except if there was a less acoustic, screamier cover of that song. Preferably by System of a Down.
   Before you judge me based upon my murder liquid, think about killing multiple ants in one napkin (which is what I was doing before I resorted to poisonous ant food). The napkin method is so morally fucked up because you are squishing one ant into it, then proceeding to do the same to others, so they die pressed up against the cadavers of their brothers and sisters. So before you go throwing shade, just consider that horribly scarring image. I don't have any siblings so I don't run the risk of suffering such a fate as the ants.
   So basically feeding the ants sugary poison juice that kills them slowly and infects their entire colony is kind and sympathetic.