So I was having a pretty craptacular day, all told. A little miserable, PMSy and weepy about my ‘stuff’ and then the doorbell rang and the dogs went ape-shit and there stood a man in a UPS uniform. A nice man, who told me he had a package for me. A package that I had been tracking, previously, but had not yet checked out this morning. A package, specifically, from the inimitable Flippy.
Inside the package, underneath a bit of packing paper, was a box.
Inside that box, underneath a bit of packing paper, was..
Now? Now my day is significantly better because I am about to become a wickedly happy ant-dictator, which is a job I’ve longed for since childhood because I am TOTALLY sure I’ll be the best damned ant-dictator EVER.
And I love Flippy so much that if she needed to, say, borrow a kidney? I’d totally give it to her.
Mmmmmmm.. .ants.
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When you get the ants, I want to see pictures of your dictatorship. Plus, maybe a kidney to be named later. Or, if you have a spare non-herniated disk in your back that you aren’t using…well, you know.
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We are debating whether to go with the “buy the ants and have them delivered” method or the “dig ‘em up in the garden” method. It’s a much harder decision than you’d think. (Or, maybe we just like to overthink things.. You know?)
If I could send you the disk, I totally would. I mean, I’m not going to be moving once the ants are in there – I’ll be staring at them all day, teaching them how to take over the world for me. :)
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Are garden ants the same kind of ants as those that are delivered? I know nothing about ants. But soon, you will fill me in on everything ants.
By the way, I can’t believe they charged you for customs. It was totally under the limit, even if they counted shipping. Demand your money back.
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