illustrate my story.
Our presentations went very well yesterday. It was an extraordinarily long day, probably due to lack of sleep than anything else. We went out afterwards for a farewell/birthday dinner celebration hosted by the mayor. The band sang Happy Birthday, danced, sang out loud and received a lovely chocolate cake (with another happy birthday rendition). It was a tiring, overfilled, overwhelming, wonderful, joy-filled stupendous day! And at the end of it I spoke to my friends in Toronto which was like a HUGE strawberry on top (don't much like cherries, esp. those nuclear preserved ones:).
I was in bed by one and woke up feeling refreshed.
When I was up I noticed everyone was still asleep and thought "maybe I'll go back to bed". I decided to take this very wise advice (I gained wisdom at the turning of the clock on my years) and returned to bed. I was straightening the sheets and pulled a loose cloth (that I keep on my pillow, as my hair makes my head sweat) off the pillow and underneath was a scene from SWARM! Teeney-tiny ants, just like the picture ALL OVER MY PILLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I must admit, I lost it. I didn't scream or anything (everyone was still asleep) I shook my pillow, banged it against the wall to dislodge the ants and then actually started killing a few through my rough attempts to get them OFF MY BED!
What I can't understand is why they were underneath the cloth on my pillow? Mostly ants like to get something to take back to the nest. What is on my pillow that they want? I don't wear hair products, I don't use fragrance in this weather, my creams are with no fragrance..... And they weren't on my head (well, maybe a few) or on my body (again a few), they were on the pillow case of the pillow..... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Maybe my sweat is that sweet? Isn't that a symptom for diabetes? JUST what I need!!!! No, I'm sure I'm fine but it is most perplexing. I also wonder if there is a nest near or in my bed frame. They enter into a small crack in the bed frame but I didn't pay much mind since they hadn't actually attempted to conquer/colonize my bed. But maybe that is it. I'm on their home.
Anyhow, whatever the reason, it ended my wonderful idea of going back to bed and I headed to sitting hunched in a plastic chair attempting to work on THE REPORT (I'm thinking of it in capitals now).
Each time I tell the story I shudder. A different shudder than the shudder that the flying cockroaches elicit but a shudder all the same.
Eeeeuuuuuue (how does one spell that?).
Hugs.
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