I fucking hate ants, goddammit

Well, let me be more specific. I hate them when they're in my living area, eating my food and making messes that I have to clean up. I've spent the last hour or so trying to clean up after them - their little dead bodies saturated with poison on my countertops, in my cupboards, on the walls; the little mounds of dirt they created when they decided to inhabit my lovely plants and make tunnels in the potting soil; the box of sugar they decided to claim as their own. Fuck them, seriously. They always come inside during the winter - the rain and the cold forces them inside, into my nice, warm, dry abode. This occurrence, in turn, invites even more spiders to come bother me than the usual amount; living on the side of a hill with trees and ivy and whatnot right outside provides a nice living environment already, but with all the tasty ants roaming around inside, of course they're going to come join us.