Each one is lost in their own little world. They barely notice me here at my desk, yet all day long, day after day, I see them pretending to be productive, trying hard to look like they’re working, but they're not.
I’m not a snitch, so I won’t use their names, but #3 and #18
keep wandering over to the side entrance where they stand and talk about their
weekend. I’ve never seen #15 when he isn’t
bad-mouthing the queen. It wouldn’t
surprise me if the soldiers marched him out of here one day.
It's like nobody ever taught them how to be ants. It’s amazing.
1 comment:
Ya gotta wonder what the size of an ant brain is! They are amazing. Somehow, they find their way to picnics and into my house! Inconceivable!!!!!
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