Saving the Ants

I had an encounter with a carpenter ant today. It was sitting on my window sill chilling. I didn't think ants ever chilled. They always seem to be busy and in quite a hurry. Maybe this particular ant has somehow discovered tiny ant sized drugs. I dunno what it was doing. Not much actually. Just sitting there. Big and carpentry looking dangerously close to the bed where I sleep.

It's not so bad saving moths and even spiders. Provided they're not too big. I have a plastic cup I use. And a wide slip of paper for the bottom. It's all pretty simple and painless for all parties involved.

Except most bugs are mellow and they don't really mind. They kinda go with the flow. Whereas ants tend to freak out and get really angry and hysterical. Kinda like small versions of my mother if she had her skeleton on the outside. She doesn't.

Carpenter ants are big and intimidating. Making them angry only exacerbates things. Still I managed to outsmart the insect. Just barely. I deposited it outside in the grass. The flaw in choosing not to kill it is that it could come back. It could even bring friends next time. One of the main reasons I don't care for ants is how social they are. Always carousing with each other and working in harmony. But ready to attack any outsiders at the drop of a hat. It's all too Stalin era communist for my taste.

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