Today I was happy to get a postcard from camp, but by the time I had a chance to read it, the card, and the rest of the mail, was somewhat battered. Why? you may ask (or you may not but I’m going to tell you anyway).
Because ants have taken up residence in our mailbox.
Now, ants are better than wasps, which have also taken up residence in our mailbox from time to time, but not by much because, let's face it, bugs is bugs and most of the time bugs in the mailbox are just plain alarming.
Butterflies would be nice, or luna moths, but do we ever get in infestation of butterflies? NooOOooOOOoo we do not, since that would be way too pleasant and picturesque.
So. Ants.
The mail person had thoughtfully rubber banded the mail into a package with a thoughtful note that said “Ants in the mailbox,” and then had thoughtfully placed the package in the mailbox on top of the ants and thoughtfully left the door open, which usually encourages the ants to move out, but since the mail had just been delivered the ants were still in a tizzy trying to gather up all the ant infants ("antfants"?) and flee, so when I picked up the mail it was COVERED. With ants.
And then I was covered.
And that’s why anyone who might have driven by at that approximate moment would have witnessed me vigorously shaking the mail and frantically smacking it against the car. I’m sure I looked completely insane but I don’t think anyone was watching and I don’t really care if anyone was because: Ants. Eww.
And that's why all of today's mail is somewhat ragged.
Oh -- don't forget to take a look at the SodaStream soda maker I'm GIVING AWAY.
