Your bedroom is about as equally infested with ants as your kitchen. Maybe more.
Nonetheless, you start shifting around in hopes of finding something acceptable to wear.
You look under your bed. Beneath the veil of darkness, a million tiny faces peer back at you.
You wave hello to your ant friends. It's nice to have friends.
You look behind your bedside drawer. There's nothing there except a lone spider and it's web.
You reach a hand in to kill it.
Surprise. It was already dead.
You look in your closet again. You find your deceased grandfather's military uniform from Vietnam.
This will have to do.