Old boy down the street goes hunting every day about 5 p.m.
Carries a very long bamboo pole with a blue net attached to one end.
He gets a meal and I get rid of those fucking ants. Symbiotic existence. Should make RS, the zen master, proud. If I don't see him for a few days and the ants start rallying, I use my wife's hairspray on the nest and then light it on fire.