The Destruction of The Bathroom

Since I moved in with Kimmie, I've been planning an attack on the bathroom. There's a hole in the shower wall already, through which you can see the inside of the exterior wall. The bathroom sink's starting to rust out. There are mysterious holes, drilled in the 1980's white glitzy formica, from which issue impressive streams of little black ants, some of which end up on my toothbrush every night.

This assault begins tomorrow. I'll post pictures.