Fighting a tiny enemy

I came home at lunch and saw two scurrying around the bathroom floor. Tiny, black specks darting across the tiles. When I arrived home for the evening, they had launched a full scale invasion. The black specks wiggled around the walls and on the floor. I grabbed my iPad to search for effective ways to kill ants.
Turns out that there are numerous ways to kill an ant. Although one, kill the queen ant and apparently her subjects will perish, seemed impossible and other methods required rubbing alcohol or castor oil. I don't have either.
But there was one weapon at my disposal; all purpose cleaner. Mine was pink-colored and smelled like sugary grapefruit.
I grabbed the spray bottle and headed into the bathroom. What transpired is best told in comic book vocabulary for this was no ordinary fight.
KA-ZAM! I spritzed the pink, grape fruit scented cleaner on the squirmy insects and they did, in fact, instantly perish. The only problem was I looked over by the bathroom mirror and saw another cluster of ants wiggling out from what seemed to be behind the mirror's frame. KA-POW! I hosed them down and wiped up their corpses with a paper towel. Sadly, then I saw them from behind the toilet and by then I was out of all-purpose cleaner so I switched to a mint eucalyptus scented bathroom cleaner. ZAP! Despite not being an all-purpose cleaner, it did the trick. By then my bathroom smelled like a hard candy recipe gone horribly wrong. Where were this ants coming from anyway, I wondered. I stepped outside, walked down my house's steps and reached the driveway and my breathe sucked in. GADZOOKS! There were thousands of them. A long line of them zig-zagged up a wall by my garage. I guessed they were more of the infantry marching into my bathroom.  Meanwhile, squiggly black specks moved busily in and out of a hole in my driveway. I remembered my mother used to boil water and pour it onto ant nests to get rid of them. I headed back into the house to heat up some water. I pulled out my largest pot- a stew pot, and filled about a quarter of it with water. Then I pulled out a Pyrex measuring cup and boiled a cup of water in the microwave. So as the water in the pot heated, I poured the cup down the small, dark hole in my driveway. It didn't seem to make a dent. So I boiled another cup, and then another cup. The water finally began to hiss and bubble in the stew pot so I turned off the heat, pulled on my oven mitts and carried the pot outside. It made a bigger impact but I still wasn't satisfied. Another a few inches of water filled the pot to boil. Another few cups in the Pyrex  were tossed at the ants. After the second, larger helping of hot water was hurdled, I took a break from battling ants. I was sloshing stinging hot water onto myself and the heat from the stove combined with the warm evening air was making me sweat.
After re-grouping, I consulted my iPad again and saw it was recommended  to shower ants with several gallons of water. So I filled the stew pot to the brim with water and waited for my weapon of destruction to be just right. Once again, steaming hot water gurgled out from the pot and onto me but I was determined to crush my tiny enemy. By then it was nighttime and silent outside save for the sound of crickets.  I stood above that tiny hole and murmured  to myself, in the dark, "This ends now." SPA-LOOSH! The water flew and splattered everywhere. Who knows if any actually made it inside the ant nest.  It was one messy massacre. I walked away, wondering if I finally gotten the job done. No ants were spotted in the bathroom later that night, nor the next day. The line of marching ants up my house disappeared. There was no swarm on my driveway. I couldn't even see dead bodies littering the pavement. My weapon, apparently, worked. HAZZAH!