Ants And The Mystery That Surrounds Them

The weirdest shit happened on Tuesday. After I got up to go to uni, I cracked out my laptop to quickly check if our project team had changed the meeting agenda, junk like that. I was only on the laptop for about eight minutes, but it was long enough to notice there were a few ants roaming around where I was sitting. I was in the kitchen sort of area near the two phone line inputs, so I figured someone spilt cordial or something that the ants were going for.

When I opened my laptop to take the meeting notes at uni, the screen was barely on. I cranked the brightness but I could still only see the white text of the Windows XP start up and the "Wireless network not connected" bubble once I logged in. The one thing I did see was ants. Spurting out of the laptop. After a few power off, power ons, I closed the lid and gave up. I blame them for screwing with the inside of my laptop and making me use this "paper" substance for note taking.

There's a happy ending though, as my laptop mysteriously works again. I have no idea how they got in there. They must have got into my room through the window, navigated up the chair and into the unzipped laptop case it was housed in. Previously, I thought ants were more interested in sugar than microtechnology. Clearly, their schemes were becoming more modern.

Now I'm not going to declare war on ants, like I would towards the Sun. No, I respect the mysterious workings of the ants. It's possible they're industrious and mischevious enough to get me if I hold some hostility towards them, so it's probably a good thing to not demonstrably stand against them.

Of course, I'm probably not doing ant-kind any favours by crushing the ones that surface out of my laptop. The Queen will be most pissed if my vast knowledge of ant colony society, extrapolated primarily through SimAnt, serves me correctly.

I tell you what: to the first 10 ants reading this, I'll give you a free Microsoft Word lesson to get you up with the times. Just don't break or steal my belongings. Stick to the sugary stuff.