I watched ‘ant bully’ last Christmas. We always do movie marathons in our house in Antipolo. My eyes almost popped out of its socket after watching the Godfather trilogy (…”It’s not personal… It’s strictly business…”)… and a few more movies. Anyway… I enjoyed Ant Bully and I totally began to sympathize with ants after watching it. I mean, who wouldn’t? The ants there were really cute! And they were talking!
However… this morning when I got home from work and while I was trying to change my clothes… I noticed a loooooong line of ants. Now seeing ants in the ‘wild’ is one thing…. seeing them in my room is a different thing. Waaaaaaaay different. They were small… red… and uncountable. Red ants bite. In real life they are not so cute.
So after telling Jed of my discovery, we tried to trace where they were coming from and where they were headed. If you know how ants are… it’s really difficult to tell. I think they don’t have any sense of direction. Or they do… but it’s just hard to figure out.
So I have a secret (uh…not-so-secret-anymore) wish today.
I wish I have a mini-flame thrower. No mercy, man! I respect these insects. Really. I mean I’m hands down to their diligence and discipline. But they were on my turf. My side of the wall. My bed. My clothes.
So I’m just waiting to be zapped into a wittle being like Lucas Nickle. I tried to wax them. I also sprayed them with my perfume.
They just formed a new line.
