I am editing works about the control of fire ants. Supposedly they were imported here by accident (I'm assuming in produce or something) and that they are five times greater here than in their indigenous South America because their natural preditors didn't make the trip with them (parasitic phorid flies, which grow in an ant's head, causing it to fall off). (Yuck, now I'm itching uncontrollably.) I think the techniques used to control these ants are interesting (for example, they disrupt their phermones so they have trouble mating), but I can't help but feel sorry for them. I mean, they're just trying to live their life, right, and it's our fault that they're over here. I'm kind of like our Himalayan cat: bred to be useless. He was no killer instinct and wouldn't survive a second in the wild (although he'd probably die from choking on a hairball before some other predator got to him). I suppose if fire ants were running rampant in the house I'd feel a bit differently. They're not even cute, like spiders, so I don't know why I feel any inifinity toward them.
Here is a link showing pictures of how the phorid fly decaptitates the fire ant.
Whoever drew that little illustration at the top left corner of the web site is a foul individual. I'd like to meet him or her.