So, it’s Springtime. I am perfectly aware that many of you are entrenched in snow, but that is not the case here. Here is it Springtime and I know it because, among other things, there are ants in my kitchen.
Yesterday, I went into the kitchen to get a drink and saw a little, brown ant crawling across the counter. My first instinct was to whack that little ant, but my hand stopped mid-air when I saw him (or probably her, actually) struggling along with a crumb as big as half her body.
I know it was “just an ant’ but that little creature was working so hard to carry that heavy load that all I could do was observe. I watched for a while, then got my drink, and peacefully left the ant to it’s duty. It made me think of this cute little song:
This morning I was rewarded for my tender heartedness by at least half a colony of ants in my kitchen doorway, surrounding a piece of cereal that Miss 1 had dropped. The time for mercy has ended. I realize I must now plant some ant stakes.
