Mike is careful as he ascends what's left of the front porch, just in case the wood is rotten and likely to cave in. What ants can stomp on comfortably might not be safe for humans, after all. It holds, though. The door is ajar and he carefully pushes it open, just in case any ants are on the other side of it... so far so good. The little ant has moved inside and is touching antennae with some of the other ants. He takes a breath and hopes that it's letting them know he has no hostile intentions.

He has a truncheon with a built-in flashlight, hanging from his belt. He removes it, but only to flick on the light as he steps through the doorway.

"Here we go... hopefully they won't think we're doing anything threatening."

He begins glancing around, marking possible avenues of exit and retreat.