When we swept up the pile in the front room it was seriously the size of a huuuuuge pancake. I wouldn't even look outside because I thought it would give me nightmares. So after the dead ones were swept up Macie and I ran upstairs and hid under the covers until after the exterminator came and left Brent with the task of vacuuming up the ones that were still alive and jumping around our front room.
After my new best friend sprayed our house we thought we were in the clear. I was in our basement in the bathroom when I looked down and saw about 30 more by my feet!!! I guess they figured since we closed off the vent to the upstairs they were going to go down.
Finally after 24 hours of killing ants and itching like CRAZY (I haven't been able to stop feeling itchy) we think (hope) they are gone. I guess they were everywhere in our neighborhood so it wasn't just our house, but man that is sooooooo disgusting. I'm so proud of the kitties for warning us and catching a bunch of them.
This is what I feel like our house looked like:Our brave little kitties: