I lived in an apartment infested with pharoah ants. They came from a Navy ship. They were unstoppable. They liked starchy foods like biscuit mix and grease, if a spot of bacon grease was left on the counter, in the morning it would be ringed with little tiny ants.
Over the two years I was there, they became nocturnal, and resisted all pesticides. I kind of liked the guys, but I had to wipe them out if I saw them.
They are unique, because they have no queen, instead they have a series of pharoahs that boss them around. I remember when I first discovered them, I opened a box of bisquick, and in the bottom, there were dozens of them, and three or four “pharoahs”, which are a bit bigger and black. They appeared to be running on top of all the littler red ants.
Anyways, that’s my story.