Anthouse (May 25th)

A collection of ants can be found living inside my couch. They have hollowed out the walls and made themselves an entry. Some get lost when trying to escape it; so somewhere under my couch that is a ant sized graveyard.

I watch these small insects climb across the cushion and get lost amongst the large dune like dents from sitting. They soon reappear and climb even faster, making zigzags and stops almost more then they move forward these tiny ants walk as if coked up. They seem to be content with their actions but never able to stick to anything. They run around looking for entertainment only to be bored upon finding it. Their constant shifting and crawling looks like complete madness, as they frolic about in no specific direction. It appears the beer soaked into the fabric has been consumed by these tiny creatures. Cause they dug a hole into the kitchen and to the back of the toilet. These party driven insects have been binging all weekend.

The trail of ants can tracked to the flowers in the front. The large bed of sod and grass that has yet to intermingle, is like an outdoor camp for all the ants and tiny beetles. A small spider can be found there too, praying on the slower and tired members of the party. The long line to the door is amazing. Its almost funny how comical and disgusting it is. It appears to be a private club, for members only, with the amount of bugs that are turned away. The bouncer ants with the large jaws have kept this home secure. Though the majority of ants already live inside, its still nice to limit the number. My home has become the house of a thousand insects, as ants one by one crawl up to the neck of my t-shirt. I bat them away only to find that they had stayed somewhere around me. Like a kid who knew he did wrong, might try to hug his angry parent; these too tried to make up for their trespassing. Though I never spoke to a single one of them, I just up and left my seat. Watching the trial of ants grow longer as the rest of the hours is filled. All the rooms are vacated and every inch soon will be too. My only fear is that the basement might house a dirtier bunch. The lowlifes like the spiders and centipedes might be yearning to get in my house. I cringe to think of what guest these bugs might bring. So when I dream, I dream of bug bombs. Someday in the future, I might just wake up and do it. Cause bugs on my skin, isn't how I want my days to begin. I want to watch this party train end and never see another insect again.

My couch has been playing host to ants and other bugs, I'm sure they think its fine, while I sake my head the entire time.

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