Our ants are not cute little picnic ants. They are big black 1 inch long ants that can swim. They are giving me the creeps. Every time I see a movement or feel a tickle I jump out of my skin. Tommy is unafraid of them. He picks them up with his bare hands and squishes them in the garbage disposal which is a huge waste of water for 1 little bug but I’m not complaining about his efforts. Amy plays with them and stomps them. Noah is a stomper too. The stomping leaves a big mess so I’m not really fond of that method. Sarah and I point them out for the other hunters. I tried getting the cat to help but she doesn’t seem bothered by their presence. A rubber band or flying insect turns her into a jaguar but giant ants just don’t get her going at all.