Ants



They are still there again this morning. Ants all over the kitchen counter. Guess I should be happy it's not something worse like cockroaches.
The only thing that really gets me about cockroaches is how fast they move. I don't think I'd mind them at all if they'd just slow down a bit. Maybe that's not true. The ants don't walk very fast and they're annoying me to no end.
It's not that they've gotten into anything really, a little sugar, a few days ago they got into the cookie jar, but mostly they just hang around the counter. Them and their damned tents. They must have fifty up now. I can't knock them down because they're so cute. I guess the big one, well, biggest one, is the queen's. It's no fancier than the other tents, just a bit larger.

I make my coffee, check the sugar jar before I put some in my cup, and look over the encampment again. There's a tiny burn mark on the counter where they must have had a fire going last night. Mental note, buy a nightlight. I don't want them burning down my kitchen. It's bad enough they have trails going across the counter, down the cabinets, around the refrigerator and out a tiny hole near the window.
I don't know how they got the tents through the hole. I took a close look at it yesterday with a magnifying glass and it only looks like two of them could fit at a time. Sure, the tents are probably collapsible, but it still must have been quite a squeeze.

I go in the frig for the milk and notice two 'scouts' on the carton.
I set the carton down and go for the magnifying glass.
A tap, they've put a tap on the milk carton. I look at the date on the carton. Hope they have alot of taps, this milk is two days past the date. I kinda laugh to myself. I mean, they don't know. In a day or two, they'll send their scouts out for milk and the carton with the tap will be gone. Ha! Serves them right.

© J. Simon


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