in the bahamas i was really crazy and my tropical apt was very strange. Anyways one day I was cleaning up and i found this corner where I had placed a huge peice of wood, I had found outside, on to the side of a cabinet in order to make a big flat surface for some sort of alter I was building. Anyways I lifted up the board and there was like a million ants under there! There was so many that I was actually afraid, afraid the way you might be afraid if you see a bear in the wild. i guess they were building a city or a village or maybe a hamlet under there in my bedroom. those diligent little beavers. I guess in afterthought I should have let them be rather than what I actually did which was unleash a jihad with my trusty broom. I should have instead let them be and slowly gain their confidence through small gifts of sweet food, perhaps honey. Then I could train them to perform small tasks for me like fetching my toothbrush in the mornings while I lay in bed.
One time when i was in manning park bc, i lived in a trailer. the walls in the back room were add ons. One night when i was sleeping i dreamt I hears a cruching noise, when I woke up it was still there. I could hear it coming from the wall, and so i gave a little thump to spook whatever was inside. I was shocked out of my bed when I heard the mound of them collapsing inside the wall. They were carpenter ants (huge) and chewing up the trailer fiercly. The resort declared them enemies and used chemical warfare to wipe out the pesky things. I think this was technically against provincial park policy, which is ya, like andrew says, being nice to them. Still I don't want them touching my toothbrush thanks. If I want to join a colony I'll shake my antenae at you people first.
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in the bahamas i was really crazy and my tropical apt was very strange. Anyways one day I was cleaning up and i found this corner where I had placed a huge peice of wood, I had found outside, on to the side of a cabinet in order to make a big flat surface for some sort of alter I was building. Anyways I lifted up the board and there was like a million ants under there! There was so many that I was actually afraid, afraid the way you might be afraid if you see a bear in the wild. i guess they were building a city or a village or maybe a hamlet under there in my bedroom. those diligent little beavers. I guess in afterthought I should have let them be rather than what I actually did which was unleash a jihad with my trusty broom. I should have instead let them be and slowly gain their confidence through small gifts of sweet food, perhaps honey. Then I could train them to perform small tasks for me like fetching my toothbrush in the mornings while I lay in bed.
One time when i was in manning park bc, i lived in a trailer. the walls in the back room were add ons. One night when i was sleeping i dreamt I hears a cruching noise, when I woke up it was still there. I could hear it coming from the wall, and so i gave a little thump to spook whatever was inside. I was shocked out of my bed when I heard the mound of them collapsing inside the wall. They were carpenter ants (huge) and chewing up the trailer fiercly. The resort declared them enemies and used chemical warfare to wipe out the pesky things. I think this was technically against provincial park policy, which is ya, like andrew says, being nice to them. Still I don't want them touching my toothbrush thanks. If I want to join a colony I'll shake my antenae at you people first.
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