Are my best friends black spiders? NO.
Are my roommate’s best friends GIGANTIC ants? No.
So, why are they walking in and out all the time? You know, acting like they life here, crawling in my shoes and partying in the corners of the hallway. Now we got this nice green little hat thingie (with poison) that the ants are supposed to bring to the Queen, who will eat (drink, sniff, lick) it and who will die. Then the stupid ants don’t have someone to worship so they will move and find a new Queen. What a plan.
No comments:
Post a Comment