I HATE ANTS..with a vengeance. If I could, I'll wipe out every single ant from the face of this earth, or my house for that matter, and the studio in school. Not that I'm afraid of them, but I'd prefer not to have anything to do with the little critters. Once when I was in Primary 3, young..innocent..stupid..and cute (heh), I was skipping down the stairs in my PE attire, and I came to this step crawling with red ants. So being the young..innocent..stupid..and cute girl that I was, I decided to skip that step, but being short, my legs weren't long enough to reach the next step without losing my balance and falling butt-down onto the ants, not forgetting I was in my shorts so..you don't want to know what happened. Anyway, yesterday I happily poured water into my cup and was drinking from it when a dead ant floated into my view. I instantly removed the cup from my lips and saw more ants floating inside. I was like "EURGH!!!!". It was way gross. Thereafter, I was entertaining myself with thoughts of how I'd jerk awake in the middle of the night to see a pearly white translucent ant floating in front of me and saying "You..drank..me.." or something to that extent, though not in the deep throaty scary voice ala horror movies, but in a squeaky high-pitched voice.