Ants, the size of Sherman tanks, invaded the lanai over the weekend. Tom and I foot stomped at least 100 or more. They're indestructible.
No sooner would I squish them, that they'd pull an Arnold, suddenly reconfiguring their twisted bodies. I couldn't even get Cruiser, our tortilla chip-eating resident duck, interested in picking them off.
The recent deluge unearthed the huge beasts. They were circling the pool in droves; some were diving into the water. All that was missing were their floats and snorkels.
I hosed them off through the lanai doors, then used some ant spray. Impervious to that, the armor proof ant squad regrouped and skittered defiantly along the cage perimeter. I expected to hear bugles blowing...march on!
Short of using something volatile like a flame-thrower, I sprayed them once more . I could've been spritzing them with Tommy Bahama, all the good it did...
Then, seconds later, dizzy and awkward, they fell, legs up... looked like the conga line after a wild night at Sloppy Joe's.