ANTS

The latest adventure here on the home front was hunting and killing, giant wild flying ants in my house! It was like a friggin’ horror movie. They were everywhere. Some almost an inch long. They were fat and they crunched when I smashed them and honey colored goo squished out. Ewww. I turned off the light in the living room to head to bed and they followed the light into the bathroom. Suddenly there were troops marching along the floor towards me as I sat on the toilet and dive bombers flying at me like kamikaze. Yikes! I stomped on as many as I could leaving the carcasses where they lay and ran into the bedroom closing the door behind me. I shoved t-shirts along the crack under the door so the ants wouldn’t see the light and come streaming in to attack me as I read in bed.
In the morning all the carcasses were gone. I mean gone. Not a trace anywhere. And there were a lot of carcasses. Then I noticed motion out of the corner of my eye. A whole division of tiny ants had one giant ant on its shoulders, hauling it away, cramming it under the base board. The cleanup crew. The sweepers. Well, I’m glad they took care of the mess but now I know just how many tiny ants are living in my walls and it totally creeps me out. I’m sitting here itching just imagining their little community.
Living ten minutes from the beach is a dream. Living on the edge of a cane field has its challenges. At least there wasn’t another scorpion in my tub like last week. Ah, paradise.