The ants came back last night. Scads and scads of them. All over the floors and up the walls but, having learned my lesson a long time and many visits ago, I let them do their thing, waiting for them to leave which they do, eventually.
And so I thought they had all left when I went to close the front door and lock up for the night, not realizing that some fringe group, a smaller and nastier breed than their big and burly brethren, was still busy by the door.
And I stepped on some of them
and they bit my feet. Yikes, but they have a poisonous bite. It took what seemed like hours to calm down enough for me to go to sleep; this morning I can still feel the pain.
They may be small in stature but they carry a big bite. Good thing they don't show up all that often.