One must be able to think like an ant

He wipes up the ants with a sponge and washes them down the drain, figuring it’s better for his karma than squishing them outright because it gives them a theoretical chance. He mixes baking powder and powdered sugar and sprinkles it along their trails.

Naturally, they keep coming.

She observes them. She notices where they are going. They are going to a pot of chives on the windowsill.

She puts the pot outside. End of ant infestation in the kitchen.

More or less.

She is promoted to Ant Queen.

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