pest-remover

I am a pest-remover. I fucking removed a whole colony of ants this morning. And I mean a COLONY. There were millions, fucking millions of ants. It was more than a nest, I can only guess. And where? In the shelf at the bottom of the cupboard next to me, where there was no food and nothing sweet there. What the hell.

I sprayed almost a gallon of Baygon at those goosebumps-inducing millions of ants crawling around my files and photo albums. I removed every single shit on the shelf and threw it all away. I sprayed Baygon again. And then, I used Dettol, water and a cloth to remove every and all traces of the millions of fucked up ants and its family, relatives, friends, gays, lesbians, lovers etc that lived happily together until I sprayed Baygon on them. My elder sister got goosebumps just looking at the million of ants there. And so did I, to be honest. Then she ran off to work, my younger sis just pretended there was nothing there and the computer was her life, and it was up to me to clean up the fucking hellhole of ants.

I hate ants. I fucking hell hate ants. I hate all insects that ever lived on this planet. Goosebumps-inducing, fucking irritating pests, those ants.

Now my cupboard and the room stinks of Baygon.

I am a pest-remover. Call 1900-lesbianpestremover for this pest remover, residing in Singapore. Only entitled to lesbians. Sorry to the rest :D

I FUCKING HATE ANTS. Especially when they appear by the millions, all crawling together.