I don't mind them in the garden, but when lying on my beanbag, discovering one on my face.....then another down my top....well, it's not nice.
They may possibly have perished.
I thought they invaded my 'beanbag space' via the open patio door and thought no more about it.
Then yesterday there were MORE! Eight to be precise.
I know. I counted the 'squashed' marks.
Where are they coming from? Searching frantically for their access point I found a tiny gap in the skirting. But I had no ant repelling stuff! How could I stop this encroaching army? Blu-Tack. I squished it mercilessly into the ant doorway, praying it could withstand their onslaught.
So far so good. I can stop panicking until the next ant arrives.
(And no. This is not over-reacting. Three years ago I ignored the odd random ant in my bathroom. Then I walked in to a swarm of hundreds coating every surface. Including my toothbrush. Cue a very rapid exit, some very girly shrieking and a 'Damsel in Distress' call to my brother. Trust me, when you've experienced that once, 'Never Again' is pretty high on your agenda.)