The stallion went into his kitchen one night, ready to prepare himself some dinner.
He opened one of the cabinets to take out a plate when he noticed a line of large ants crawling around the back of the counter.
Cursing under his breath, he followed their line over to the end of the counter, across the wall, and into his pantry.
He yanked open the door to discover an infestation of ants swarming over all of his food.
Wherever and whatever the stallion looked at, the little black insects were everywhere, surging over whatever they could manage to get themselves into.
With another, much louder curse, he quickly tried to salvage whatever he could, brushing off a few ants as he went, hoping that he could at least save some of his food.
And a few cans, some boxes, and various other packages later, he had a small pile of food largely untouched by the ants, and a pantry still completely infested.
After storing the remaining food in a safe place far away from the ants, he hunted through his house for any sort of ant killer, but came up with nothing.
Undeterred and beginning to get aggravated, the stallion searched again, hoping that he missed something the first time, since he was sure he had a can of insect spray somewhere.
But there was nothing to be found.
So, greatly annoyed that he could not solve the problem on his own that night, and that he would have to wait until morning to find an exterminator, he got out a trash bag and began to throw away all the ant-infested food.
Bread, oats, condiments, grains, ingredients, and a lot of ants all were stuffed into the bag, hauled outside, and thrown in the garbage can.
With that done, the stallion trudged back in and collapsed onto his couch, exhausted by the turn of events, only for his stomach to rumble loudly, reminding him that he still had not eaten yet.
Groaning, he got back up and got out a can of peaches, one of the few things left, and, after opening it, reluctantly ate the fruit, cursing the ants under his breath with every bite he took.
And then he went to bed.