it’s like, his daughter says, it’s like, did you look? mass cult suicide. in the pool.

the winged ants, yes, he says.

luckily they float. fire up the pump and that’ll skim them right off, he figures.

winged ants.

mass suicide.

hundreds, floating, wings saturated.

always, waves on the water of the pool, even when the pump is off.

even when there is no wind.

even when it is perfectly quiet.