In the midst of my neverending battle with hundreds of ants this week I became frustrated with the fact that they didn’t get it.
I mean here I was a giant in their eyes, with this organic nontoxic formula that reaked of unpleasant fumes, spraying them left and right. Killing them on the spot but I let a few get away just so they could warn others about my presence.
I don’t know what happened.
I think the message might have gotten lost.
Because a couple of hours later I saw the long line of ants going from the patio door all the way to the kitchen.
I went on a killing rampage. I couldn’t believe it. Why were they coming back? There was nothing but soap in the kitchen. I was itchy all over from the thought of all those ants running amok and frustrated by the fact that they weren’t disappearing for good.
And then while wiping down the remains of hundreds of ants I heard it.
It turned my problem, my frustration into calm.
Instead of seeing an endless amount of ants storming into the house I saw light blue lockers in a crowded hallway. I saw notes being passed in class. I saw CornNuts being sold at the student store. I saw the dances at my school gym.
Sometimes a blast from the past is all it takes to hit your reset button, to put you back into a feel-good-Friday kind of mood. I love it when that happens … even if I’m surrounded by unstoppable ants on a mission to find something. I don’t feel as irritated, how can you after this jam.