”She let out a dry little laugh, squeezing his hand gently as he looked to her, confused, “Ahh Conrad you are too modest, I recall a bolt and a bo... with a crossbow…”His mouth opened, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment and she laughed again, “Conrad you need not be ashamed, I am indebted to you, you saved my life,” she grinned, “now please, what happened? Honestly.”Still blushing he bit his lip a little bit, looking up at her beautiful face, her usually bright eyes dulled with fatigue, her. Something you can tell your grandchildren about…..’ Standing up and pulling up her pants she stormed out the loo and over to him as he straightened up from where he was leaning. Poking him in the chest she told him, ‘One week with you…..you have to be joking.’ ‘No joke sweetheart……the alternative is not something you want to find out. One week and then your free.’ Reaching out and stroking her hair behind her ear he continued, ‘Besides it will give us time to get to know each other better……you. People aren’t going to put up with this kind of shit. If you want to host the motorcycle gang for a beer bash, get a trailer in the woods somewhere.”“It was just a small Halloween party.”“Did you invite any of the neighbors?” I asked. She looked at me. “I mean, besides me.”“Nooo ... well, we didn’t think—”“You didn’t think they’d fit in with the Scumbag’s friends?”“Omigod, will you just let that go? I have a headache, the house is a mess, and this yard...” she trailed off, looking. So, the next question is how the ants go about helping the human. The answer is, they clean up her house when she isn't looking. Trash is mysteriously discarded, clothes are folded, etc. They're at the stronger end of the spectrum of ant species, but most of their abilities to perform tasks stem from immense teamwork, much like cartoon ants carrying away apples and the like. This has the interesting side effect that the human is unconsciously a bit messier, which gives the ant colony greater.