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For a few months now we’ve had ants. Not too many, and for a good minute we thought we had it under control. But now our home is completely overrun with them. They are EVERYWHERE. You can see them crawling in the carpets, across the oley, on the walls and even in our beds and on the couches. They aren’t sugar ants, either. They are evil, biting, black ants of doom, and we are finding ourselves covered with tiny, itchy, painful welts from ant bites. Aaaaaaaaand, our apartment complex doesn’t give a damn about it. I investigated the other day around the perimeter of our apartment and there are over 40 heavily active anthills within two feet of walls of our house. There are also two extremely large yellow jacket nests within five feet of our apartment. We’ve had three in our home so far. I feel like I am going to wake up in the middle of the night sometime soon and find myself crawling with biting, stinging bugs of pure evilness. And all I really want to do is punch the bitch manager who took over the complex and acts like she’s better than everyone else and that we all deserve nothing. She didn’t even give a damn that we’d paid six months worth of rent in advance on two occasions; to her we’re still part of the trashy population that occupies this place. Can’t.wait.to.move. Tomorrow I have to go pay to get a sticker for parking, otherwise I can’t park IN FRONT OF MY OWN DOOR without being towed. Seriously, these people are idiots. Thus ends my rant. I’m going to go slather myself with hydrocortisone. Take a moment to check out my new shop!