It's true, I am suffering an ant invasion. Any crumbs left on the kitchen counter--the ants will find them shortly. If everything is as clean as can be, with dishes all washed, I won't see much of them for about a day. Then, a new line appears--a trail down a wall, over the counter, along the top of the lower cupboards. It's the bag of almonds this time. The Ikea clip for closing bags has not prevented their entry. Funny, I didn't know ants liked almonds.
The ants are diligent. And I... am so unlike them. They see a task and get right to it. I prefer to put it off for as long as possible. Hence the struggle with messes and clutter from which I now try to unbury myself.
I hear, and live, echoes from my past. "Put down the book and clean your room!" my mother says. Ah, but I'd rather read.
I think the ants are here that I might learn.