It was a long night for me. Yesterday I was having some issues with big ants on my bed. I didn't see this as a sign that my life was about to be ruined. Why didn't I see the sign?
The ants did not let up through out the night. I think they actually lead a tactical assault on me. It seemed too organized to be an accident.
I killed approximately 10 rather large ants last night in my bed. I woke up to them walking on my skin. No one likes to be woken up to being crawled on.
I drew the line when I killed one against my face. I felt its disgusting little hands touch my lips and I instinctually swatted at it, thus killing it against my face. MY FACE. I had to get up and go outside at 0300 to walk off that horror.
I saw no ants once the sun came up. Then I was able to rest easy. Also, the double dose of melatonin helped. Explaining this ordeal to one of my medics today, it was brought up that ants are probably nocturnal. Or vampires.
I assume I will have another long night battling ants ahead of me. I'm ready to go back to North Camp where my ant issues are literally much smaller, and stay on the floor.
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