It never fails. Whenever there’s a sustained cold-and-rainy spell here in San Francisco, ants decide to take up residence in my apartment. And these aren’t your run of the mill let’s-find-food ants.
No, it’s clear that these ants — primarily congregating on top of my (conveniently black) desk in my bedroom — are geeky ants.
Or maybe intellectual ants? No, wait, then they’d be scouring my bookcases, too.
Perhaps lonely ants? (oh Lord, please just don’t let them join me in bed!)
The bottom line is, I don’t know and I don’t care. I just wish they’d at least stop drinking from my water glass.
I wouldn’t mind if they paid their share of the rent, either.