Another Haiku For You!

Snap, Snap, Snap!

-Quiet everyone, the poet must speak.
"I was inspired by this lovely work of art, thus, another Ant Haiku was born. Please do enjoy."


You run around fast.
What if you didn't have legs?
You'd look really dumb.

Gracias!

Dead Ant, Dead Ant...

Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead annnnnnnnnt!

Ladies and gentlefolk, there has been a casualty. After weeks of being un-entertained, I decided to check the ant farm thoroughly today, only to find that at the very bottom of the container laid the lifeless body of a single ant, useful to the army no more. I picked up the container to get a closer view, and nearly as soon as I did another ant seemed to grab this single ants body and start to drag it somewhere. At first, I thought that the other ant was eating the dead ant, excited that finally there was some drama on the farm. Cannibal Ants! YESSS! But, alas my friends, I was corrected by a friend who stated that they are suppose to drag their dead to the top of the container to let them rot in the view of the rest of the ants. Well, I just made up that last part. But, really does anyone know why they do this? Perhaps because at the top of the container of blue, or, maybe to them-to the top of the mountain, it is closer to their Ant God. Genius, I am pure genius.

Ok, back on track. I did some research and found that apparently ants are extremely clean little beasts. They will move all their refuse as well as dead ants away from their tunnels. So, I guess that's their thinking. It's not so much that they are caring or mourning their dead, or placing them at the highest point towards the Heavens, they are moving them out of their way so they can continue with their tunnel making. Well, I tell you what you selfish ants, that tank is going to start smelling soon-and those two tiny air holes at the top aren't going to cut it. I'd recommend eating the bodies.

Earth Day is Every Day

"Everyday is Earth Day,
If it's cold or wet or hot
Pitch in to save the planet
It's the only one we've got."



Earth Day is, in fact everyday. But, technically-yesterday was Earthday. In celebration, I planted 3 azaleas, and in the process probably killed millions of ants. Just doing my part, you know? So, I thought that I would use this opportunity to educate on the anatomy of the ant. Because without our knowledge we are powerless, or is it Knowledge is Power, or-wait was it Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires..I don't know. Whatever. Anyway, I'm including some illustrations to help you better understand the fragile, yet, beautiful fragments that make up this magnificent ant creature. So, hopefully, what I want you to get out of this is to understand that it is not just US on this Mother Earth. We are simply just a small piece that fits into this this giant puzzle. Without wind, without water, without food...without ants-we simply couldn't survive.

As the 4th Lost Wiseman, Jack Handy, once stated, "Worship the potato? The idea seemed silly to me. But then I thought, what else is more deserving of worship? It's simple, it comes from the earth, and it can kill you if you disobey it."

Day 21: I'm Getting Bored.

Ok, so I've jumped off the bandwagon for a bit, but the ants have also. It's not entirely my fault that there has been no activity on this blog up until now. But seriously, when I say there has been NO activity...I mean-there has been NO activity. For days I have been checking the tunnels and the chewed down pathways, hoping for something exciting to happen. Maybe the construction of a mall, or a playground so that all the wee-ants can play. But..NO! The ants have gotten lazy. I haven’t noticed any new tunnels forming, and also for some reason the ants have now congregated to the top corner of the blue-world container. Perhaps this is one of their meeting establishments, or perhaps, even, when I least expect it they will use all their tiny mighty power to push the top off of their cage. However, I don't think they have gotten far with the latter of the two. I've seen them hanging out in that corner for about a week now. I find it quite suspicious.

Poetry Reading!

Snap Snap Snap.

Silence everyone! I have created the first amongst many soon to come, Haiku's! Prepare yourselves for astonishment.


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I don’t understand-
How you know what sex you are-
You don’t have privates.


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Day 8: One Week Down

~Front View~
~Back View~
~Ant Close-Up~


Dear Diary,
It's been one full week, and still not a word from the Mother Ship. I fear that all hope I once held will soon disappear along with my entire ant colony. We are trapped here against our will, and the food source is running low. I've resorted to eating the blue gel that most of the colony has fallen victim to believing is safe. I just know it is a big conspiracy at the hand of man, and the experiments they are conducting will severely lead to our downfall. "Hmm, I wonder how long they'll live?" I hear them say, "Wow..how do they eat? Is it safe to consume the blue stuff they are digging in?" I hear them question. "What are those ants going to do when there aren't any more tunnels to dig?", those humans ask. Pretty soon our tunnels will be complete and we will be nothing but drones climbing in and out of these tubes, hour after hour, day after day-with nowhere to go. I'm still waiting; I know this can't be the end of us all.

~Anton

Fight for Your Right to Party

Just as I suspected. As I walked into the room where the ants are being held captive in their plastic container, I noticed an eerie silence. A silence that normally doesn't exist in the wee hours of the morn when the ants are at their peak performance. I peered into the cage and saw that, instead of working toward their perfect tunnel world, they were passed out, some even in compromising positions. The blue gel was muddied with an off-color substance that I can only conclude would be vomit. THE ANTS HAD A PARTY. I KNEW IT! I warned them about this, and what the consequences would be (although, I didn't really have anything to back up what I was warning them with). What really tipped me off was how they were completely irresponsible because they didn't clean up the evidence. Just look at the Polaroid’s I found scattered throughout the room. The Ants Will Pay.