I've had a small ant problem in my apartment.
Small because (knock on wood) there haven't been too many of them, and small because they're little ants. (People tell me they're called "sugar ants", which is probably some sort of karmic irony for my sugar love/addiction.)
The resident manager and I have been trying to deal with them for a couple of weeks now. I'm weirdly not happy with the "poison them with trick bait and kill the entire colony" thing, but my great plan of killing them one by one hadn't really gotten us anywhere except continually creeping me out and making me feel guilty.
Then something odd started happening, and neither of us have or had any idea what it was.
There started to be a trail of... debris, under where the ants were coming out from. (They seem to come out of cracks in my window ledge above a radiator.)
I'd clean it up and half an hour later would have to clean up again.
It was weird.
I googled, but couldn't find anything to explain it so I emailed the resident manager to tell him I was giving in to his poison idea.
"They're having an ant rave," I emailed. "It's like Coachella or something, and they're making a mess."
"Look out for tiny little water bottles," he emailed back. "That's a sure sign of an ant rave. And I'll come seal off the cracks tomorrow."
My world is so much happier when people share my happy little world view. What fun is life if you can't giggle your way through it.