Thursday, February 22, 2007

Ants in my pants ... and shirt ... and socks.

The documentary was planned. The ants, however, were not. They certainly gave me something to talk about, sure, but they didn't have to leave red welts and all kinds of itchy on my skin. That wasn't a very nice thing to do. I mean, how was I supposed to know it was their wall when I leaned on it, right? It's not like there was a sign labeling it as theirs. Maybe they were just saying friendly hellos, something akin to giving me a high five (high pincher?), but because I don't speak 'ant', I'm not real certain of that. Maybe when I did the leaning, maybe the message they were trying to get across was more along the lines of, "Hey, fattie! You're squishing our wee ant heads with your big American arse!" That sounds more like it. Still. I didn't mean it. Honest.

3 comments:

Cindy said...

I was hoping to see more flicking and jumping around and going, "Ew! Ah! Ew! Ah!"

aisy said...

apparently dainon is far too calm for that... i would have been yellin'

heatherlynn said...

my favorite understated line: "in your crotch".