I hate ants. I hate them with a visceral deep-down sort of rage that makes me see red every time a tiny black insect marches into my kitchen from a crack at the bottom of the screen door. I hate them, and I smite them with copious amounts of Raid.
Smiting makes me feel happy. Thanks, Mom.
Terminal formicaphobia is a disease that tends to slosh over the homo sapiens in the vicinity.
I suppose this won’t make you feel much better. But: In Australia, ants get to be more than two centimeters (almost one inch) big – and that is just the body, not counting legs and antlers!