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STATEMENT OF [REDACTED]
DATE: AUGUST 3, 2024
--STATEMENT BEGINS--
...Oh, do I begin now?
...Okay. Well how far do I go back? When it started? Okay. Or well, maybe I should explain or...
Nevermind, sorry. I guess I never really noticed it. I moved there a couple years ago, obviously, heh. It had been my 4th year there. We had bug problems, which isn't too uncommon. That city was right in the middle of the valley, so it got really hot, not to mention global warming and shit. So yeah, bugs and what not got into the house in the summer and winter. It wasn't too bad the first few years, but as the years got warming it, it got worse. I was never afraid of ants.
...Spiders, I fucking hate spiders. And most bugs actually. But spiders I despised. So no, I wasn't too happy about spiders in the house. But ants? I could just squish under my shoe or majority of the time leave alone. I didn't care too much for them. Only if they got too close to the kitchen, I'd spare bug spray or set out traps. So no problem there. But...like I said the year had gotten hotter. It got over 100 once or twice.
I had woken one morning and had gone to the kitchen. I saw a small trail of ants heading to my sink, which I thought was odd. But then again, I had a habit of leaving dishes in the sink for a while. But still a little odd, I guess. And when I approached the sink. It, uh, it was completely covered in ants. They covered all of my dishes, everything was just small, crawling, skittering ants. I spent a good hour and a half washing out the ants. I hated the feel of them crawling on my hands and arms. I got rid of them and set out a trap on the windowsill right above the sink.
I learned that maybe I shouldn't leave dishes out overnight.
...
Hm? Oh I'm fine, just thinking I suppose. Um it was fine a few days after that. I set out more ant traps and made sure I gave the house a good scrub. Didn't really think I had an infestation, cause if I did, I would've known by now. But they just kept showing up. I would see them scurrying around. Eventually they moved from the windowsill to the back of my stove. They got all over my counter. I had clean it down and check if they had gotten into my cupboards. They didn't thankfully. I had thought about getting pest control, but honestly I couldn't really afford it, so I toughed it out. And I thought I gotten them out from stove but, once again in the morning, I found them crawling around.
...so I lit them on fire. I turned all the burners on high and watched as the ants ran around in a panic. I thought to myself, see how you like it. Having to run around in circles.
...
Though, I guess now, I had learned my lesson... Do you think ants have ears? Do you think that's why they got so angry?
... They got into my room. My closet more specifically. I was getting clothes and found a few on my drawers. I opened it up and found ants walking about in there. Well, not in my clothing drawers, I had a medicine in one of the drawers. I had to disassemble it to get rid of them. I added more traps. It was a hassle really. I don't think I could do the whole thing over again...
...I really don't want to do this all over again...
I stayed up late one night. I hadn't seen any ants so I decided I deserved a break. It was around ten give or take. I was super tired and I basically dragged myself to bed. I flicked on the lights and just flopped on my bed, planning on getting back up to get changed. But something was wrong. And I should've known it was wrong when the light appeared to flicker. But it wasn't flickering, only appearing so, because...
...Well cause there were ants on my ceiling. They were on the walls, my floor, desk, my bed, and on me...
I couldn't scream. I thought that opening my mouth would let them in me. I would never forget the feeling of thousands of tiny legs gently pricking my body as they crawled. The sound of them...I could hear them crawl. The feeling of drowning, sinking. I could the weight them all. Trying to...to bury me.
...But I think the thing that terrified me the most was when they all stopped for a moment. For just a moment. And when they moved, they moved to the beat of my heart.
...
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I called pest control the next morning. And things have been calmer after that. I avoid every ant I see now. I try not to think about it. But it's hard sometimes. Sometimes at night, I can sometimes feel their small legs on me.
...
... Did you know that your institute is the first result when you type "I think ants are trying to bury me"? But I guess you know that already, considering what you guys do.
...Thanks, I'll get going now.
--SUPPLEMENTAL--
--DATE: SEPTEMBER 6, 2024--
A note was found on the floor near the door. Neither assistant knows who put it there. [REDACTED] mentions how the handwriting is similar to [REDACTED]. The note reads, "They have come back," in assumingly panicked writing. Note was placed on desk before retrieving [REDACTED]'s case file. Returned to find ants carrying the note away. Note is now safely tucked into file.