One early evening last week, I looked out onto my patio, and I genuinely thought that something had gone very, very wrong.
Hundreds of flying ants (I'm not exaggerating) had suddenly appeared, swirling around in what looked like complete chaos. My husband and I stood staring at it, trying to figure out what on earth was happening. Our first instinct was to just run in and shut the door, as we had no intention of letting them continue the party inside the house.
