Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets

Just saw one of those microscopic ants crawl out from under the plate on my just-arrived tray of room service crap. And I promptly dealt with it (which entails the simple expedient of squishing it - making sure, of course, that I've actually killed it, and not left it writhing in what experience tells me ought to be classified under the heading of pain) (pain for whom - him/she/it? or me?)

Now your average jay would be submerged by a wave of paranoia. And since I'm not an entirely unaverage jayjay, this is what started to happen to me. My first thought was, Could there be more of these evil beasts lurking around in wait? I couldn't see any, but what if? Then my slumbering imagination awoke with a start and I started to imagine that larger, less savoury characters might be hiding under said plate - bigger ants, caterpillars, boll weevils and perhaps even a cockroach (ewwwwwwwwwww, I hate cockroaches).

So what dya think I did. Toss the tray right out the door and scream for Housekeeping to come and fumigate my room, right?

Wrong. Right now I'm wolfing down the almost-tasty Chicken Tandoori Roll and fattoush and almost-expired Fanta orange (I'm typing this as I eat). Life's too short to let itsy bitsy ants ruin your day (or, in this case, night). And until I see the dreaded smoke-free cucaracha crawl curiously towards me, tenatacles at the alert, it's munchmunchmunch for me.

After I've finished eating I'll say a prayer for the tiny ant's lately liberated aatma (in case I discover in the afterlife that these accursed beings too are cursed with those utterly useless soul thingies).