Ants

This time last year we had a wee party in my kitchen to celebrate my turning 30. The main outcome of this was a floor covered in slippery nipple and bakewell shooters and that the "ladies" present had managed to slosh around whilst us gentlemen were sipping on our very refined whisky sours. This resulted in us returning home after a wee dance to find the kitchen floor had been turned into a carpet of (pissed) ants suppping up the liquer.

It would seem the ants have remembered this free booze fest and decided to send a battalion to do a spot of reconnaissance.

Unfortunately for them there was no booze to be had and i was armed with a big old tub of B&Q bug killer spray..