After a draining final exam month and then a much needed break I came back without inspiration. This unfortunate period lasted for about a week. But now my passion is reignited. Thanks to my roommates. No, don’t be alarmed I have not, dear friend, been keeping you in the dark about my life. I do not in fact share amusing moments with comical yet lovable roomies who may be messy but at the end of the day what’s a little dirt on the floor amongst friends?
No, in fact technically I’m the only person living in here. I’m not even referring to all the people living on my floor. Instead I mean the unwanted ants that have come fully installed in my apartment. They’re no friend of mine.
They’ve robbed me of my sanity and I am now killing them in the masses. There is so much Lysol on the counter that any food that so much as touched the surface has been obliterated. In fact even the memory of food having ever rested on the kitchen counters has been wiped clean. I have no idea what they’re eating. The floor perhaps? Dusty linoleum?
Those sick bastards.
They are however smart little things. This is full out psychological warfare. For example, sometimes they like to walk over to the living room area where there is definitely nothing to eat - just to taunt me. To tell me they’re running the show. They go where they want to go.
I’m beginning to question the balance of power in the animal kingdom. As humans we’ve thus far been assuming we’re at the top with our superior intellect. There may be more than meets the eye and even the seemingly common and insignificant ant is really a force to be reckoned with - something actually along the lines of a trained war machine, with tact and loyalty to the colony on par with any seen in our own history.
I should probably cut down on the Raid and Lysol to preserve what I have now discovered is a sensitive balance of power in the animal kingdom…not only that, but the fumes seem to be getting to my head now...
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