Chopstork

The morning after our Real World party ants were feasting on spilled beer and food in the living room. A little cleanup and Terro wiped them out. Or so I thought. This weekend we noticed ants here and there in the bedroom, which means there’s a line of them marching along nearby. In looking around for the food source, I picked up some dirty clothes to reveal a few ants gathered around a chunk of something on the floor. Great, I crumbed beef jerky in the bedroom. …Nope. It was big honkin chunk of scab. My scab. From where I skinned my knee at the Real World party. Gross.

There are ants crawling on one of the toilets in the bathroom at work.  That’s somewhat disturbing.  Today’s lesson:  Don’t poo in the middle stall; if you do, you will get antsies in your pantsies.