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February 05, 2008
Ants In the Pants
It seems every school I've gone to in Chattanooga has been built smack dab on top of one of the sandy spots that the infamous Chattanoogan ants love so well. Maybe Chattanooga is just one giant ant hill, I don't know. But it was one of those lovely little movie moments when I was sitting on a couch at UTC working away on a history paper just now. I turned back to my laptop and saw a single ant meandering up my screen. So I flicked it off. A few minutes later, I flicked one off my arm. A while longer and I opened my book and had to flick a third ant off one of the pages. Just as I was wondering when the last time someone threw down an ant trap was and trying to remember if I had seen an errant Subway cookie floating around yesterday, the bug man happened to come in armed with his tank of deadly chemicals. It was the best timing ever. Nothing is grosser than a hoard of tiny bugs, especially when it seems I'm sitting in their couch.
Just for the record, I seem to really attract ants. Last year my apartment had endless swarms of them, the largest of which was particularly well-timed to descend on my desk at the exact same moment I was trying to stop three-feet of boiling hot water from pouring out of my ceiling. Then in Oxford over the summer, vast numbers of absolutely nauseating flying ants appeared all over the walls of the cottage for no apparent reason. I'm beginning to wonder if my obsession with ancient Egypt as a child has angered some Egyptian pharoe still cranky from what Moses dished out, dying for a little insect vengeance of his own.
| By Spike | 03:37 PM
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