I want everyone to know that last week I discovered three dead ants in the glass that I was drinking from. I have no idea how long those ants were in my glass before I saw them. Just before making that horrifying discovery, I had just topped up my glass from my electric kettle. So either the ants were already in my glass before or I had just poured dead ants into my glass from my kettle.
Neither option is really great. I cleaned out both my glass and the electric kettle but the stain of that memory is still with me. It was at that moment that my war with these ants became more personal and made angry for the first time. These fuckers need to die.