Dead Ant, Dead Ant...

Dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant dead aaaaannnnnttttt...

Another amusing ant musing.

I was taking a shower this morning (okay, quit thinking about me naked, I know you are!) and couldn't help but notice that the ants are back. OK, OK, so they never left. A small annoyance about living in a town where there is a sugar mill.

The ants in my house don't go for normal things, though. I have health-nut ants. They don't get into my candy. I can leave it open and they won't touch it. But I can't have a container of nuts or bread in this house that won't get hit by ants. It's just so dang weird. They swarm all over my almonds and 7-grain wheat bread and leave my chocolate-covered marshmallow bunnies from Easter alone. The real test was the Goldfish crackers. They leave the original crackers alone, and only swarm in the colored Goldfish, the only one in the line (other than the pretzel Goldfish) that doesn't contain partially hydrogenated oil. No wonder they're so little.

But this morning, once again, I found ant carcasses littering my bar of soap. Apparently my ants are hygenic, too. Every morning I have to scrape dead ants off of my soap to use it. Maybe these poor ants have a slave-driving obsessive-compulsive queen, and are sacrificing themselves to get her some soap. Brave little critters.

So, welcome to my world. I have health-nut ants with an obsessive-compulsively hygenic queen. Joy.