I bought a gigantic lollipop the other day, which, by the way, was also a magical lollipop, because no matter how I long I licked at it, put it in my mouth and sucked at it, it wouldn’t melt (Ding! Ding! Ding!… ah, the sexual connotations of a lollipop!) Anyway, I got bored, eventually, and abandoned the lollipop on top of a piece of foil paper on the floor (yes, I’m a slob).
After four days (all right, I already admitted to being a slob), I saw the lollipop and was faced with an earth-shattering realization.
THERE ARE NO ANTS!
I’m used to having ants swarming around unattended food in a matter of 0.00945 seconds.
I shared this thought with Julien (an insight on the meaningful conversations we have) and this is what he said:
“Maybe, the ants are happy outside, playing in the grass. They do not need to come inside the house.”
*please, let’s have a minute of silence to contemplate the weight of this revelation*
HEEEELP !
