Loathe though I am to use insecticide. Ever. It's just... ew. Not fair, guys.
The manager's going to look them up, and the exterminator-guy who's here once a month is supposed to be here in a week or so - with any luck our invaders will stay gone until the day he comes, as then we'll have some samples to show him. I got rid of the ones on the counter, as they were icking me out. Not for being bugs, but for being dead and on my bathroom counter. Gyagh. *shudder*
And now, although we haven't seen them anywhere else, I keep going all skin-crawly in other rooms. And outside. And at work.
I want to find the fucker who preceded us in this apartment and dump a bucket of ants on *his* head, and see how he likes it. >.