Posted by AdaGrace on July 15, 2005, at 7:45:52
I have an infestation of ants no matter where I go.
My office is crawling with p*ss ants. Little tiny red ants crawling all over my desk and keyboard. Biting me when they feel the desire.
My flower beds at home are totally overrun by little black ones that come bubling up to the surface when I water. Heaven forbit I should pull a weed or two because then they crawl up my arms and legs and bite my flesh every chance they get.
Ants, what are their purpose?
No PITA pity person here.
If I was the one who trapped the flies in the microwave, I would have stood and watched as they "poped" in the microwave.Sad isn't it. My joy is found in the cruel murder of insects.
No, I didn't rip the legs off of flies or poke my dod with a stick as a child. My cynical murderous intents have only become apparent as of late.
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