How to Share Your House With Your Wife, Your Daughter, And Fifty Million Or So Argentine Ants


Fri, Jul 30th, 2010 10:00 by capnasty NEWS

"The worst part about discovering that the ants in your house are actually emissaries of the enormous teeming brain in your backyard," writes Tom Junod for Esquire, "is that it worsens the other worst parts, of which there are many. For example, I have found ants in my underwear. Lots of them, which I didn't find until I put the underwear on. As a person who has had ants in his underwear, however, I have to say that what makes their presence particularly irksome is not the momentary discomfort but rather the knowledge of why they're there. They're not just passing through, you see, on their way to somewhere else. They're not in your underwear by accident. They're nation-building. They're extending the range of their civilization, and they're doing it in your drawers."



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