Called manager again. Spent an hour this morning doing more unpleasant research. Am now fairly confident I could make ant poison, and know what kind to buy, but godsdamnit, I don't want to pay for it. Manager, unfortunately, won't be home 'til afternoon. Gah. *ick, ick, ick*
The internets say there are probably at least 50,000 of them. *shudder*
FUCK, I HATE SUMMER.