I champion black ants.
Not the thick one usually found on rambutan or mangosteen trees, but the normal domestic black ants, also known as common house ants.
I hate it when people kill those ants.
My mum is often annoyed that I wouldn't let her wash them away whenever they gathered inside a plate and steal leftovers. I'm like, "Mum, all you have to do is tap your hands on the table or the plate and they will go away in seconds!"
And why do you ask, that I like them so much?
Because they're friendlier than what comes next when they left their colony or being exterminated by pest control. You have the odorous ants, commonly known as 'semut busuk'or 'semut mayat', that don't care if you tapped the plate or the table, and will leave the terrible odour if you wipe them off the table. And they like to make nests in things that don't make any sense. Like in the cover of my favourite DVD, or my water bottle. Or God forbid, my books!
Then there's another species of ants, which is much much smaller than the odorous ants.
I hate them.
They're slow, they don't care and won't budge no matter how many times you shake the plate. And they bite. And they are so small, that sometimes you won't see them roaming around inside the carpet. Sometimes they bite you while you're asleep and all you see are red marks or bumps on your skin the next day. And they gather everywhere.
Of course, the best thing to have is no ants at all. But that is almost impossible, since we're living in a old terrace house, where there are cracks everywhere.
The existence of black ants helps minimise these other pesky ants.
A friend of mine tried exterminating all the black ants despite my telling her that she should't do so. What happens now? She has fire ants now.
Love your black ants, people!