I have a mental image:
A middle aged man, wearing a catchers mask, long sleeve shirt with the arms duct taped shut, winter hat pulled down tight, gloves, and goggles. Holding a huge vaccum cleaner in the air waving it around as you curse a bunch of flying ants to hell.
Then after they are all inside the vaccum, you take off the catchers mask throw it to the ground, get down on one knee, point at the ants, and mock them. "Who's the big man now? HUH? That's right, I'M THE MOTHER MAN!!!! You want some more? Didn't think so..."
At this point your wife walks into the room, half asleep. "Honey, it's 2 A.M., come to bed, you can get the big bad ants tomorrow." You then, realizing how ridiculous you look, agree to come to bed. As you leave the room, you stare down the ants, and mumble "This isn't over".