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.
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