The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
I think I am turning into a girl... I mean last night I watch "Muriel's Wedding" and now I'm getting scared of ants. They're just six legged black dots right? Well, I know they are, but they're in my kitchen and they're crawling everywhere. So what if they found their way upstairs and decided to crawl on my face in the night? It's an outside chance, but a chance nonetheless.
I never used to be afraid of ants. I used to have a pet ant when I was really little. I kept him under a glass on my windowsill and called him Bert, after the sesamie street Bert (who was my idol back then). He only lasted a week or so, before succumbing to the lack of food/oxygen, but I wasn't to know that. The point is that he was an ant that I liked and didn't fear. And now I really don't like the things.
The one's in my kitchen have been quite sociable to be fair. I've known about them for a while and they only come out after 11:00 when most people are in bed. Also they clean up all the crumbs that you've left about. And that was an arrangement that I was happy to live with; it was an amicable agreement where the day was mine and the night was there's.
But no, that wasn't good enough for the ants; they wanted more. They started encroaching little by little on my designated hours. And then when I went downstairs this morning, and there they were, millions of the blighters, all over the floor and the worksurfaces and for what? Why had they broken our treaty? Because someone had left the lid off a tin of maple's golden syrup, syrup whose best-before was about six years ago*. The ants threw away an alliance in the mad sugar frenzy. Fortunately the majority got caught in the syrup and couldn't get out.
Now it's war. I have left out these new-fangled ant traps where the ants can get away, but with a lethal dose of poison that they take back to their nests. That was of course after I had massacred the ones out in the open.
I didn't actually mind the ants that much before, not while they were being sociable. However, they've over stepped the mark, and for that the penalty is death by poison.
*The old syrup just reminded me that we still have some lard that is actually older than me. A block of lard that passed its use-by date 19 years ago. And it's never actually been used, it just sits in our fridge and ages.
I never used to be afraid of ants. I used to have a pet ant when I was really little. I kept him under a glass on my windowsill and called him Bert, after the sesamie street Bert (who was my idol back then). He only lasted a week or so, before succumbing to the lack of food/oxygen, but I wasn't to know that. The point is that he was an ant that I liked and didn't fear. And now I really don't like the things.
The one's in my kitchen have been quite sociable to be fair. I've known about them for a while and they only come out after 11:00 when most people are in bed. Also they clean up all the crumbs that you've left about. And that was an arrangement that I was happy to live with; it was an amicable agreement where the day was mine and the night was there's.
But no, that wasn't good enough for the ants; they wanted more. They started encroaching little by little on my designated hours. And then when I went downstairs this morning, and there they were, millions of the blighters, all over the floor and the worksurfaces and for what? Why had they broken our treaty? Because someone had left the lid off a tin of maple's golden syrup, syrup whose best-before was about six years ago*. The ants threw away an alliance in the mad sugar frenzy. Fortunately the majority got caught in the syrup and couldn't get out.
Now it's war. I have left out these new-fangled ant traps where the ants can get away, but with a lethal dose of poison that they take back to their nests. That was of course after I had massacred the ones out in the open.
I didn't actually mind the ants that much before, not while they were being sociable. However, they've over stepped the mark, and for that the penalty is death by poison.
*The old syrup just reminded me that we still have some lard that is actually older than me. A block of lard that passed its use-by date 19 years ago. And it's never actually been used, it just sits in our fridge and ages.
Page:
Sibs wrote:
> Anyhow, Iguana, what sort of lizards...?
I presume they were tailless ones :) Nah, I have no idea. I was only there till I was about 7. They were fairly small, I think.. WE HAD MONGOOSES! (Mongeese?) They were cool and came to eat my papayas. Oh yeah, Red ants are really nasty.. Used to get them when we went walking in the rainforest-type areas..
Damn, I miss Malaysia, it was so interesting and pretty.. The thunderstorms.. *Reminisces*
> Anyhow, Iguana, what sort of lizards...?
I presume they were tailless ones :) Nah, I have no idea. I was only there till I was about 7. They were fairly small, I think.. WE HAD MONGOOSES! (Mongeese?) They were cool and came to eat my papayas. Oh yeah, Red ants are really nasty.. Used to get them when we went walking in the rainforest-type areas..
Damn, I miss Malaysia, it was so interesting and pretty.. The thunderstorms.. *Reminisces*
I went on holiday a couple of months ago to Thailand, and the ants were huge out there compared to the ones in England. I'm glad we don't get them here. They were red ants aswell and they were at least 5 times the size of the ones here.
I also had a nasty encounter with a big cockroach, i was on a boat heading out to a tropical island, i think it was called Coral Island, and a big cockroach appeared from no where, it was on the floor and i was bare footed, so i leapt up onto the seat. Thankfully there was an Indian guy sitting next to me who squashed the crap out of it with his foot, he was obviously used to them.
Anyways.........bye.
I also had a nasty encounter with a big cockroach, i was on a boat heading out to a tropical island, i think it was called Coral Island, and a big cockroach appeared from no where, it was on the floor and i was bare footed, so i leapt up onto the seat. Thankfully there was an Indian guy sitting next to me who squashed the crap out of it with his foot, he was obviously used to them.
Anyways.........bye.
We also had an Ant invasion.
Apparently, they don't like talcum powder, so if you live a line of it, they won't cross it. A cheaper alternative than some of the expensive poisons and the like.
Red ants just look meaner tthough, and apparently sting, and flying ants are just horrible little things.
Apparently, they don't like talcum powder, so if you live a line of it, they won't cross it. A cheaper alternative than some of the expensive poisons and the like.
Red ants just look meaner tthough, and apparently sting, and flying ants are just horrible little things.
heh... Mr. Happy, dictator of the kitchen! Next you'll be putting them to work fixing household appliances, and getting them to inform on one another if any of them are acting 'un-Ant like' :D
Anyhow, Iguana, what sort of lizards...? I lived in Indonesia for a while as my Dad was working there, and we got Geckos in our house!!! GECKOS RULE! Anyhow, we also got tons of ants... they were everywhere!!! I even think there was a nest IN our GameBoy! Sometimes Ants would crawl out of the tiny gaps between the buttons and the casing, then crawl on the screen at a crucial point causing you to die!!! Bloody Ants! Then I crushed em... ;-)
Anyhow, ants are nothing to be scared of... unless they are those evil red ones that bite your legs... I met some of them once too... luckily I ran away pretty sharpish! Anyway, the only other bad ants are those damn ones that only come out in Summer with the wings! They are so damn annoying!
Anyway, I think I have been ranting for some time now, so I think I'll stop... :D
Anyhow, Iguana, what sort of lizards...? I lived in Indonesia for a while as my Dad was working there, and we got Geckos in our house!!! GECKOS RULE! Anyhow, we also got tons of ants... they were everywhere!!! I even think there was a nest IN our GameBoy! Sometimes Ants would crawl out of the tiny gaps between the buttons and the casing, then crawl on the screen at a crucial point causing you to die!!! Bloody Ants! Then I crushed em... ;-)
Anyhow, ants are nothing to be scared of... unless they are those evil red ones that bite your legs... I met some of them once too... luckily I ran away pretty sharpish! Anyway, the only other bad ants are those damn ones that only come out in Summer with the wings! They are so damn annoying!
Anyway, I think I have been ranting for some time now, so I think I'll stop... :D
I'm a girl, so I'm allowed to be terrified of all insects :) Except ladybirds, they rule. (I used to be scared of them..)
You should have seen our kitchen in Malaysia, ants, the occasional lizard and cockaroaches.. Thankfully, the traps prevented it from being overrun. It was common to find little disembodied lizard tails wiggling under the table though after the cats had been chasing them.. it was all quite disturbing.
We also had a live crab in out kitchen one. I screamed and stood on a chair. Don't ask.
You should have seen our kitchen in Malaysia, ants, the occasional lizard and cockaroaches.. Thankfully, the traps prevented it from being overrun. It was common to find little disembodied lizard tails wiggling under the table though after the cats had been chasing them.. it was all quite disturbing.
We also had a live crab in out kitchen one. I screamed and stood on a chair. Don't ask.
I love this forum. It is what SR should be.
Anyway, I think I should stand up for ants. On behalf of Ant, possibly. They are people too, and God obviously loves them. You are a mass murderer. So are all of you that eat vegetables that haven't died naturally. All of you! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
I might now dance around and around because:
a) This forum is doing well
b) Shaneo has yet to find it
c) see b again
d) MoJoJoJo has yet to find it
e) see b and d
Anyway, I think I should stand up for ants. On behalf of Ant, possibly. They are people too, and God obviously loves them. You are a mass murderer. So are all of you that eat vegetables that haven't died naturally. All of you! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
I might now dance around and around because:
a) This forum is doing well
b) Shaneo has yet to find it
c) see b again
d) MoJoJoJo has yet to find it
e) see b and d
We get ants every year.
They started coming again last week. Got them quick this year though with the ant powder poisen stuff. I know it may be cruel, but they aint taking over my kitchen!
ever seen them antz with wings? I'd hate to think what an army of them could achieve...
SPiders are my major concern though. They must have some sort of nest round the back garden becasue there loads of them near my shed. Found two of them in my room once crawling near my bed...I rarely open my bedroom window after that.
All the ants seem to come from my front garden...through the garage and into the kitchen. Kill em off with the powder each year...but they always seem to come back next year.
They started coming again last week. Got them quick this year though with the ant powder poisen stuff. I know it may be cruel, but they aint taking over my kitchen!
ever seen them antz with wings? I'd hate to think what an army of them could achieve...
SPiders are my major concern though. They must have some sort of nest round the back garden becasue there loads of them near my shed. Found two of them in my room once crawling near my bed...I rarely open my bedroom window after that.
All the ants seem to come from my front garden...through the garage and into the kitchen. Kill em off with the powder each year...but they always seem to come back next year.
Thanks, it's nice to know I'm not the only one with insects takig up residence in my kitchen :-)
Going off at a tangent, did it ever occur to you that writing wit' and jus' with the apostrophe actually takes longer than writing with and just? I can see the use of sum, because it's a letter shorter than some, but wit'?
:-D
Going off at a tangent, did it ever occur to you that writing wit' and jus' with the apostrophe actually takes longer than writing with and just? I can see the use of sum, because it's a letter shorter than some, but wit'?
:-D
I share exactly the same experience as u do, except for becoming a girl.
I live in a fairly old house, about 500 years old to be precise. Anyway, each and every year we get a tribe of ants squatting in our kitchen, and it happens to be now.
I call it the 'Ant Season', because they are very specific on when they decide to turn up and it is always from about now until mid-late april, so in total they come for about a month then they b*gger off.
In the mornings the first thing i used to do was get my box of cornflakes from the cupboard, but no, not anymore, the ants have stopped me from completing my daily routine, they have cut me off at the source, i don't dare to pour the flakes from the box because i can anticipate what is going to come out wit' them.
Because they have ravaged most of the edable things in the kitchen i have to resort to peanutt butter on toast, which isn't that bad after all.
For some reason they always steer clear of the bread cupboard, so i can enjoy some toast.
I dont have to worry about the bread once it is in the toaster because any intruding ants should be sizzled alive.
I have a problem when i butter the toast because there is no way i am going to do it on the worktop or the ants would be all over me toast, so instead i have to hold the toast in my hand and do it.
The other day me mother mad me sum sandwiches and left them on the top in the kitchen, they were left there for a while cos i was doin sumthin at the time and as i picked the plate up shortly after they had been made, you can guess what crawled from the centre of it, yes it was a dirty little ant.
So your wondering what happened to the sandwiches, don't worry i didn't eat them, they went straight in the bin, which is the main base for the trampy little squatters.
As the lid is opened of the bin they crawl from the stinky cesspit and try get their grubby little mits on any of my food that they could.
I suppose we jus' have to live with them, until they go.
After all they are too small to crush one by one and there is too many off them.
I live in a fairly old house, about 500 years old to be precise. Anyway, each and every year we get a tribe of ants squatting in our kitchen, and it happens to be now.
I call it the 'Ant Season', because they are very specific on when they decide to turn up and it is always from about now until mid-late april, so in total they come for about a month then they b*gger off.
In the mornings the first thing i used to do was get my box of cornflakes from the cupboard, but no, not anymore, the ants have stopped me from completing my daily routine, they have cut me off at the source, i don't dare to pour the flakes from the box because i can anticipate what is going to come out wit' them.
Because they have ravaged most of the edable things in the kitchen i have to resort to peanutt butter on toast, which isn't that bad after all.
For some reason they always steer clear of the bread cupboard, so i can enjoy some toast.
I dont have to worry about the bread once it is in the toaster because any intruding ants should be sizzled alive.
I have a problem when i butter the toast because there is no way i am going to do it on the worktop or the ants would be all over me toast, so instead i have to hold the toast in my hand and do it.
The other day me mother mad me sum sandwiches and left them on the top in the kitchen, they were left there for a while cos i was doin sumthin at the time and as i picked the plate up shortly after they had been made, you can guess what crawled from the centre of it, yes it was a dirty little ant.
So your wondering what happened to the sandwiches, don't worry i didn't eat them, they went straight in the bin, which is the main base for the trampy little squatters.
As the lid is opened of the bin they crawl from the stinky cesspit and try get their grubby little mits on any of my food that they could.
I suppose we jus' have to live with them, until they go.
After all they are too small to crush one by one and there is too many off them.
I think I am turning into a girl... I mean last night I watch "Muriel's Wedding" and now I'm getting scared of ants. They're just six legged black dots right? Well, I know they are, but they're in my kitchen and they're crawling everywhere. So what if they found their way upstairs and decided to crawl on my face in the night? It's an outside chance, but a chance nonetheless.
I never used to be afraid of ants. I used to have a pet ant when I was really little. I kept him under a glass on my windowsill and called him Bert, after the sesamie street Bert (who was my idol back then). He only lasted a week or so, before succumbing to the lack of food/oxygen, but I wasn't to know that. The point is that he was an ant that I liked and didn't fear. And now I really don't like the things.
The one's in my kitchen have been quite sociable to be fair. I've known about them for a while and they only come out after 11:00 when most people are in bed. Also they clean up all the crumbs that you've left about. And that was an arrangement that I was happy to live with; it was an amicable agreement where the day was mine and the night was there's.
But no, that wasn't good enough for the ants; they wanted more. They started encroaching little by little on my designated hours. And then when I went downstairs this morning, and there they were, millions of the blighters, all over the floor and the worksurfaces and for what? Why had they broken our treaty? Because someone had left the lid off a tin of maple's golden syrup, syrup whose best-before was about six years ago*. The ants threw away an alliance in the mad sugar frenzy. Fortunately the majority got caught in the syrup and couldn't get out.
Now it's war. I have left out these new-fangled ant traps where the ants can get away, but with a lethal dose of poison that they take back to their nests. That was of course after I had massacred the ones out in the open.
I didn't actually mind the ants that much before, not while they were being sociable. However, they've over stepped the mark, and for that the penalty is death by poison.
*The old syrup just reminded me that we still have some lard that is actually older than me. A block of lard that passed its use-by date 19 years ago. And it's never actually been used, it just sits in our fridge and ages.
I never used to be afraid of ants. I used to have a pet ant when I was really little. I kept him under a glass on my windowsill and called him Bert, after the sesamie street Bert (who was my idol back then). He only lasted a week or so, before succumbing to the lack of food/oxygen, but I wasn't to know that. The point is that he was an ant that I liked and didn't fear. And now I really don't like the things.
The one's in my kitchen have been quite sociable to be fair. I've known about them for a while and they only come out after 11:00 when most people are in bed. Also they clean up all the crumbs that you've left about. And that was an arrangement that I was happy to live with; it was an amicable agreement where the day was mine and the night was there's.
But no, that wasn't good enough for the ants; they wanted more. They started encroaching little by little on my designated hours. And then when I went downstairs this morning, and there they were, millions of the blighters, all over the floor and the worksurfaces and for what? Why had they broken our treaty? Because someone had left the lid off a tin of maple's golden syrup, syrup whose best-before was about six years ago*. The ants threw away an alliance in the mad sugar frenzy. Fortunately the majority got caught in the syrup and couldn't get out.
Now it's war. I have left out these new-fangled ant traps where the ants can get away, but with a lethal dose of poison that they take back to their nests. That was of course after I had massacred the ones out in the open.
I didn't actually mind the ants that much before, not while they were being sociable. However, they've over stepped the mark, and for that the penalty is death by poison.
*The old syrup just reminded me that we still have some lard that is actually older than me. A block of lard that passed its use-by date 19 years ago. And it's never actually been used, it just sits in our fridge and ages.
Page: