Aw…
The other day I was working on a story about ants. Every time I stopped working and went to the bathroom, there’d be a giant ant on the bathmat. Just standing there, waiting.
I don’t know if the ants were trying to tell me that the story was fine the way it was, or that I should go ahead and take it in the direction I was envisioning. Or maybe they were just there to be supportive and inspiring.
But, either way, I had to kill them all. I apologized profusely to each one before smashing it under the bath mat as hard and quickly as I could.
Poor ants. I love them, but I can’t have them in my apartment. I wish there was a way to give them fair warning. (I’m just too lazy to carry them all outside.)
Look
Look at this sad, sad story about Tonya Harding.
Meta Time
Here’s something I’ve been wanting to say about the Comments feature on this blog:
Generally, when you see that a comment has been deleted by me, that comment was an accidental double-post. Sometimes you might see comments deleted by their own authors. I don’t know what the deal is with those. (Unless the author obviously spelled his own pseudonym wrong.) So far, I’ve never deleted a comment for obnoxiousness. Rest assured that if/when I do, I’ll post a comment explaining that fact.
Don’t worry. I love y’all and would never let you miss out on petty drama.
