As mentioned in prior posts, I’m outta my apartment. I’m temporarily at me Ma’s (she will get back here in two weeks). Her mailbox is like a five minute walk from her front door. It’s not anywhere you could check every day on a whim. You have to commit to it, as I usually do, but sometimes not.

I get down there today, and at the mailbox, in the back, is an ant colony. To include the larvae and all that creepy stuff. This house is not a recluse wood shed nightmare, but it’s quite isolated. I joke with my Ma a lot when woods things happen that she lives in the woods. What does she expect?

And thus, this didn’t not surprise me, but it was gross. There are ants crawling all over the mail. I spend like 15 minutes clearing everything off the mail and then inside the mailbox using the junk mail as a tool. If I’d had a hose I’d have used that. But it’s too far from the house.

I’m pissed, that’s why I spent 15 minutes doing this. We live in the woods. Why can’t the ants find Anyplace else to start their colony than in one mailbox when they have 1,382 other options. Then towards the end, one of the ants grabs one of the larvae, and tries to take it into the back of the mailbox again. Said ant was doing its duty, reflexively reacting.

It made me sad for a brief moment. Ant was just doing what ants do. But then after that brief split second moment of sadness, I swiped again. But I’ve been thinking about this for hours now. Why?

I don’t really have any point or conclusion here. I guess I’m just writing. Also, for fuck’s sake ants, make your ant colony not in a mailbox. But I don’t know. I guess what’s bothering me, for no valid reason at all, is I swiped the fucker carrying the larvae, even though I was sad doing it, I just did it.

[shrugs]