stalemate

so here's the deal. i awoke to the lovely feeling of a carpenter ant wriggling into my nose. i killed him, and nonchalantly mentioned the fact that there was an ant to my parents. now, they're really mad and they're making a really big deal over this. now, i'm all for the removal of ants from my room, but why does the only method have to be 'CLEAN YOUR ROOM BEN'? i see another, far better method, 'FIND AND CAULK UP THE HOLE YOU LAZY BASTARD'. my dad refuses to find time to actually fix the hole where the ants are coming from, even though we both know where it is. i have 3 options of where to sleep tonight:
1) my bed, which will lead to more ants crawling all over me
2) the sofa in the basement that looks like an asylum with furniture. also spiders.
3) the couch or pad bed in the living room, which my dad monopolizes every single night until 4 AM.
so basically, i'm screwed over. worst-case, my parents are going to make me sleep in my own bed, because they don't think it's a big deal, and according to them, they can just order me around like a robot.  best-case, i'll get to sleep in the living room until there are no more ants in my room.
so basically, i'm completely screwed over, thanks to a carpenter ant, and good old mom and pop.