Call an exterminator!

Yesterday I got out of one of my classes early because my professor was sick, so a friend and I decided to work on an upcoming assignment. We headed to a class building with wide hallways, and sat around chatting and working. Twenty minutes in, my friend says, “Do you have anything against killing ants?”

I say, “No. Why?”

She points out an itsy bitsy little bug crawling along three feet from us.

I blow on it and the ant flies away. “See? No killing,” I say proudly. We go back to work, leaning up against the wall, and I forget about the ants.

Bad move. Forty minutes later, as I am sitting in my next class, I notice a tiny ant crawling over my coat.

I flick him off.

Then, I notice another ant. I try to flick him off, and he crumbles under my fingers. Gross.

Then, another ant. And another. And another.

Apparently, during our study session, my friend and I had been sitting in an ant colony. I’m so glad I pay a ton of money to sit in ant-infested classrooms.

Thinking about it, my skin still itches.

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