By T. Mack
I’ve always known I that I have issues with roaches. I got married partly because my dad was no longer there to take care of those giant, flying monstrosities that plague Alabama during the summer. Just the thought of Stormship Troopers gives me more nightmares than sitting through The Exorcist. But I didn’t think ants bothered me much… until I watched Marvel’s Ant-Man and found out that swarms of the critters on a 30-foot screen is enough to make my skin crawl for two solid hours.