the joys of the wildlife

The other day I took out the trash at 7:30 in the morning in my (probably too short) jammies, racing against the garbage truck. When I came back in, I stood on the patio for a moment, surveying my plants (they're thriving! yay!) and then hopped back up the steps into the kitchen. I felt something strange on my foot; I looked down, and my feet and halfway up to my knees were covered in little black ants! Now, I know that little black ants cannot hurt me per se, but that doesn't mean I have to like 'em. Dammit. So, I hate to say it, but most of them died.