Our old apartment had a regular flow of tiny little ants all over the kitchen counter and in the living room. They’re particularly partial to egg yolk. Anyhow, no matter how many I squished, more materialized from somewhere - even smack in the middle of a marble living room floor. Where oh where do they come from?
Hannah likes to sprinkle her food crumbs on the floor, “I’m feeding the ants.” Great. She thinks they’re pets.
Thankfully the ants don’t bite, and the little bugs in my rice float when you add water. Perhaps God designed them light-weight for easy skimming.
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