It seems that one room of my home has become overrun with ants. Not the kitchen, as you might suspect, but the upstairs bathroom. I don't even want to guess what they are after in this room. I only know they are they are their numbers are increasing.
Some background:
I first noticed a single scout. He was spotted by overhead survelance hidden between the toothpaste and the hand soap. I quickly disposed of the infiltrator and went about my business. At first I thought this was an isolated incident, one bug who had become separated from the pack and somehow became lost in the wilds of our upstairs bathroom (figured he got there on my son's jeans or something). I quickly discovered this was not the case.
The following day I noticed two more rogues. Perhaps looking for their fallen comrade. It didn't take long before they met with his same grisly fate. I felt a sence of accomplishment figuring that surely I had rid our bathroom of the ant scourge. I was wrong.
Last night I was in the bathroom taking care of the business that one normally takes care of in the bathroom, when I saw them. I whole battalion was making its way up the wall, heading for the sink. I took immediate action - well I finished what I was doing first, and then I took immediate action.

I removed the trash, cleaned the walls and floors, scrubbed out the sink, toilet and tub, cleaned out the hamper. I thought surely I had removed anything that might be attracting them to this room. I couldn't figure out why they had by-passed the more easily accessible, and more attractive, kitchen. But whatever the reason for it, I felt I had obliterated it. Again, I was proven wrong.
This morning while applying hair gel, one of their numbers leaped from my hand landing on my eyebrow. I can only guess that he had jumped from the hair gel container onto my hand in an attempt to take revenge for the many of his brethern that I have disposed of. It was a brave move on his part. He was quick. He managed to escape my first attempt at pluking him free by jumping to my cheek. He was heading for my eye when I finally managed to stop the wiley bastard.
That's when I noticed them. More of the offending army were infiltrating my home.
Help me CART Commander! These are not carpenter ants, but their much smaller cousins. Still I know if anyone can help, you can.
Signing off,
Citizen Vallikat