Having been sick for roughly 2 weeks now, I was visiting with my mother for some much needed convalescence. Around 4 AM one night, we were roused by the smoke detector going off intermittently. It continued to do so, at random intervals, for the next 15 hours. Yuko and John stopped by to eat dinner with us the following night, and John was kind enough to take a look at the smoke detector (he is a pretty handy guy and could probably build a house using only three of the fingers on his right hand).
My Mom and I noticed that there were a couple of ants crawling around on the smoke detector, but we didn't give it too much thought. WE SHOULD HAVE. When John unscrewed that sucker from the base, he accidentally dropped it, and what followed can only be described as a vague, inky black torrent that defined itself only when it exploded into a billion ants crawling around on the carpet. Naturally we all, uh, had a moment, except for my Mom, who calmly and dutifully went and got the vacuum cleaner. ... Then she made us dinner. What I am trying to say is that we are pretty useless.
(Except for John! Thank you John for doing that! THAT ALARM WAS DRIVING US CRAZY. Also, uh, sorry about the ant shower.)
(Oh, also now the smoke detectors in the house work. Hooray!)
(EDIT: Phoenix Down shirts are still on sale! For those of you that have ordered, shipping is just slightly delayed as I finish recovering! Really sorry about that! Doc's orders!)