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I hate ants. stare I'll just copy what I wrote in my xanga and paste it here:

I had an ant attack yesterday. I was alone at home sitting on my bed with the laptop when I spot a ginormous ant scaling my books. The books were on top of my bed head, so I jumped off the bed and took my purse and cell phone with me and ran into the living room. I spotted another ant. Where to go, where to go?! I opened the door and considered going outside, but then I figured "Well gee, there's even MORE ants out there since that's where they came from." So I closed the door and ran into the kitchen, pulled out one of the chairs from the table to the middle of the kitchen and curled myself into a little crouching ball on my tiny chair-island.

I saw another one. It started to go up one of the table legs and was just as big as the other ants. I quickly thought of how to kill it without whacking it with paper or the like, and reached into the knife + tool drawer and pulled out one of these babies and started to set the ant on fire. It fell off of the table leg (which was made out of metal) and curled up into a little ball on the floor. I stopped flaming it and assumed it dead. Looking around me like a mad woman with a flame emitting long lighter thing, I spotted THREE ants coming from under the fridge. They were too far away for me to get them while on my chair, so I yelled at them and cussed them and started banging the lighter on the chair. The banging made them panic I guess, because one ant started spazzing out and came right at the chair. The goddamn flame wouldn't come out as I tried frantically, but alas it did come out but the ant was too close and I almost burned myself trying to kill it so I let it go.

I saw another one on the newspapers and waited patiently for it to get off of the flammable paper (I was still sane enough to know that the paper would've burned and I probably would've burned the whole house down to get that one ant). It didn't come off so I let that one go too. The other ants went back under the fridge and towards the trash can. Having no ants to kill, I sat back in my chair and looked around for new ants to kill, when I noticed that the one ant I DID flame and assumed dead got up and began to crawl again. I guess I got kind of mad because I called it a sick S.O.B. and burned the living hell out of it. I made sure that it was dead this time. Goddamn mofo.

I also thought I was going insane, because I thought I heard someone open the door and close it again, and there was no car outside (meaning no one came back yet). I called for help and waited. And waited, finally figuring out that I must've been hallucinating (either that or some stranger waltzed into my house, heard me yelling at ants, and then waltzed back out). Then the stupid ants came back out from under the fridge but were still too far for my flame to reach. Finally after fifteen more minutes of hell, my family came back and killed them. Killed them like it was nothing, and then I started to cry because I realized that the ants were still everywhere all over the house and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that they still existed. I can't believe I cried over lousy ants.

Yeah, so I've come to the conclusion that I have issues with bugs (serious issues). I don't think I would've minded if they were the small kind, but these were big, I mean HUGE. I hate ants!! Wow this was a long entry -__- Sorry for boring you to death about my ant problems.