About Me
I find ants extrodinarily neat. For instance, Atta ants (leaf cutter ants), cultivate fungal gardens. They cut leaves, then transport them to the nest, where they lay the leaves down as substrate, then place the fungus, which is only associated with these ants, on top and grow it. It is a higher form of agrigulture than many savages could figure out before white people saved them. The Atta ants have large and small workers. The large workers carry the leaf. Upon the leaf sits a smaller ant. Its job is to defend the larger worker from parasitoids--it will kill the parasitoid, then scurry along the larger ant, then back up to the leaf. If necessary, these ants can move their fungal gardens. They have a special pouch that provides safe storage for transit.
Events that have made my day at one point in my life:
I washed my hands after using the restroom, promptly left without drying. I entered the stairwell, which required the grasping of the knob. I cleared the first flight, I heard the door shut and a girl shriek, "EWWW! The knob is all wet!" I could only muster the image of Mr. Burns tapping his finger tips together, furrowing his brow, and his evil smile came to my lips. Excellent.
Homeless man, rags for a shirt, and a maggot cloth blanket rose up from the place where he lay between a wall and chain link fence. He was skinny with pasty white skin. He looked at me and walked goofily past. As he did, he raised eyebrows in a clownish gesture and said in a loud, but demure southern accent, "DON'T BECOME A CRACKHEAD, DON'T BECOME A CRACKHEAD!"
