Fucking ants

We got some ants in our place
Two kinds
one smaller, reddish
the other bigger, aggressively black
They move really fast
almost like they are sliding above the floor
When they move about
they zigzag
which terrifies me
because I don’t know whether I’m a target
A target of what?
Whatever it is
it’s threatening
These little fuckers don’t eat what they run into
Snack crumbs Sean leaves on his floor
Sugar Sean spreads all over the kitchen counter
Bits of skin Sean peels off his feet
Anything you might think they would get all crazy about
They don’t
They just roam around
seemingly exploring
a place they’ve claimed to be their own