Two ants were walking across my teaspoon, that I had thrown into the sink early this morning.
Rushing out the door, getting into the car and racing down the driveway. Why I don’t know. I was the boss. My money paid everyone. Why should I get get there before anyone else. It is not because I want to impress anyone or want to prove that I am better than anyone else.I sometimes think that they surmise that I have no life.
My job…. My building…. My life … My Thoughts …. My Dreams … My End
My business is all of my life.
I only live for what happens between 6AM and 6PM.
What I know and what my Bank Manager knows, they do not know.
So these two ants. Let us call them Wayne and Wendy.
Out of the blue they both decided that they would go exploring. Wayne, always the leader, Wendy the follower. They were pretty much on the same wavelength.
Most ants look the same. But to another ant, they are so different.
Wayne had such big feelers. Large mandibles, large legs… all in all …. Wayne was pretty well ‘biggish’
Wendy was petite, small with a very tiny thoracic region … not very big, if you get my drift.
Now Wayne.He was no different from his other 1,800,000 brother’s, except for his quite enlarged left mandible.
If you get my drift.
Wayne was the "belle of the ball’
He was walking across my teaspoon and Wendy not far behind.
Wendy was always ‘not far behind Wayne’ … let us face it, she was a ‘groupie’. She thought Wayne was so hot, so cute and thought that he wanted her …. to have her. His thoracic cavity was so well defined, his legs, all strong and sinewy with muscle. He always smelt nice, he always looked good and was so nice to his mother.
Wendy was not a breeder.
Wayne, well Wayne was…. One of the boys … Wendy was sooooo mistaken.
It is amazing what boiling hot water does to ants, when they are on a teaspoon, just minding their own business, just exploring.
“THAT WILL FIX THE LITTLE BUGGERS, CRAWLING ALL OVER MY KITCHEN.
4am and No sleepPooh@2010