Blog #3 Mitchell

It was an average summer day in the middle of July. I was walking to take the trash out. I was supposed to have taken the trash out the day before but forgot and the bag today was overloaded. I was watching the bottom of the bag as gravity took its toll and stretched it out. Suddenly I noticed a swarm of ants on the sidewalk. Individually they were really small but there must have been several thousand. They were dark black and gave the sidewalk a shadowy appearance. They were a small leaf but they had a superfluous amount for that small task. Well my bag was ripping so I softly ran to throw it in the trash. When I came back to examine the ants some more they were all gone. I didn’t know where they could have gone or how it was even possible for thousands of ants to disappear in a matter of 30 seconds.

The ant disappearance kept me thinking all day. I was a little concern one where they had gone. I didn’t like ants and now I was kind of freaked out by them. At dinner I told my mom and dad about my experience and they admitted it was a little weird but thought I was a little paranoid. My was a bit of an ardent character, and tried to make me feel good by telling me about our new ant problem in the basement. I didn’t think it was funny.

After dinner I grabbed a book I was reading for school and head for the bath. Once I got the perfect temperature I plopped in.  The water was calm and the ant worries were clearing out of my head. I was slowly scanning towards the bottom of the page when a small ripple moved across the water. My eyes shot to find the source. A small ant had fallen out of the spout followed by another and another. Soon they were streaming out into the water in. They were dank as if they had been waiting in my pipes for days. I dropped my book and hopped out the bath. They had made it to the floor and started to come from under the door. I was surrounded from all sides. They were attacking me in unison as if controlled by some form of authority. A couple bit at my toes and the pain was horrible. Like someone was pricking with needles and eating my skin. I hopped onto the toilet. The floor was now dark black and the white tile floor was nowhere to be seen.

I noticed they were so small that surface tension of the water in the tub held them up. A couple more bit at my legs. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a straw I had been using to help rinse my mouth after I got my wisdom teeth out. Then I leaped onto the edge of the tub, almost losing my balance and dropped in the tub.  The ants wouldn’t be able to get at me under water and I used the straw to breathe through. Although they skated across the water, climbed up the straw, dropped down into my mouth, and ate me from the inside out.