It's Monday

There is a massacre happening around me. Savage actions befall the victims: drowning, beating, squishing. I’m completely complicit in and overwhelmed by it. Almost everywhere I go, I find the desire to kill. It started at home, mainly in the kitchen, but now it’s followed me to the office. I got back from lunch today and saw them there, my enemy and my prey, on my computer. So what else could I do but I huffed and I puffed and I blew the little ant off my laptop! There. Eek – another one! You too, get off. Shoo shoo, off. Countering their defiance, the wind whirls out of my puffed cheeks and I try to tornado them out of the crevices in the keyboard… ah, but what if they just crawl inside?! Ants in my motherboard, arrrghhhh.

I don’t understand where they come from. These ant trails don’t necessarily have any origin, they’re just long lines of ants that start and end from and at nothing. The ants go back and forth from the top of the line to the bottom of the line, in motion the whole time and existing completely independently of everything, it seems. And there is no predictable reason for them coming where they choose to come, they just decide to come and they collect in hordes as if one sprouts out of another every minute. And that must be where they come from, each other. Which would explain the lack of a trail. Illogical, origin-less, pesky tiny ants that never ever sit still.

Like you! How in the world did you get on my arm? When I didn’t feel you crawl up from my elbow where it’s connected to the table, I didn’t even see you on the table, but all of a sudden here you are halfway up my forearm leaving me no other thought but that you magically appeared there, right there. For that bit of trickery I feel no shame in flicking you as swiftly as I can across the room. If flicks had a sound effect it would be a high-pitched, tight-lipped quick and determined *Pinnng* with a tiny little ripple of an echo. Pinnnnng!