My parents recently had an ant infestation in their kitchen. It is winter, and according to this
story, the ant is the master of being prepared, which includes relocating into a house.
Anyway, the sad truth is the exterminator (unfortunately, not a young Uncle Jesse from
Full House) came recently to help rid us of the ants. I didn't inquire as to his methodology, but it eventually worked.
But then yesterday, I saw a solitary ant! (Brave black blob below.)

And then I saw the first ant bumping into another ant! (Second brave black blob below.)

It dawned on me that these hearty buggers are now experiencing their world in a very
The Road meets
The Book of Eli meets
I Am Legend sort of post-apocalyptic wasteland way.
Goshspeed, comrades. Watch out for the dishwashing suds, and try not to piss off SkyNet. You're now just in it for yourselves. Forget the colony!
2 comments:
do the ants have a talking donkey?
You betcha! The tiniest one. In fact, the ants end up carrying most of the load of scraps they find.
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