So, I live in this old farmhouse in New England. We’re having some renovations done and I get called outside by our contractor. He asks “Hey, you got any ant spray?” I’m thinking like, “What, I’ve got 4 Camponotus colonies in the house, why the heck would I have ant spray?!?” Followed by, “This might be a problem.” Having replied in the negative to his question, my contractor headed off to acquire a supply of ant spray. He returns and I’m puttering around in the house when I hear him yell, “Hey, you might want to come out here!” Yeah, this might be a problem… Our front door has been taken off its hinges and replaced by a 1” thick sheet of plywood, the nearly century old carved wood transom over it has been removed to reveal galleries and galleries of Camponotus freakin’giganticus with pupae the size of a Tic Tac!