August 13, 2006

• And THIS is why I never have a conversation with es el Queso before a meal....
• I've eaten sugar ants. They don't taste like sugar at all. They're actually kinda sour.
• I only ingest ants by accident, usually on picnics.
• Sugar aunts? I thought they were sugar daddies...
• I've had a big-assed flying ant stuck in my teeth before. But I was on a motorcycle going 120 mph at the time. Tasty.
• this ladybird-sized beetle pale straw with black spots on his wingcases fell into my glass of whisky I didn't ask him to do this but there he was kicking and thrashing so I grabbed a piece of paper and fished him out thinking Laphroaig probably isn't good for beetles but incredibly he was still alive although not the beetle he had been before his immersion when he careened in circles above the table then zipped unexpectedly down from the ceiling until plop his feet kept sticking in strange ways to the moisture pooling around him his legs twitched - not all of them at once just one or two at a time I was sure he was ruined and his legs would never bend correctly again I blew on him hoping to dry him off then put him on a paper towel hoping to drain the damp off him it seemed all too much for him he rolled onto his back except for one hind foot sticking or possibly clutching the fibers of the paper I thought he was a goner but couldn't bear to squash him outright since he still twitched parts of himself I left him lying a while on the paper but with the light on in case he was dying although I have no idea what beetle preferences are about darkness or light in extremis well I just went into the kitchen again and was amazed he is standing on all six legs waving his antenna about in fine style he left the paper towel about six inches ago and this why he has the run of the kitchen for tonight
• ))) for you, Bees, thanks!
• Oh, bees, another fine piece of work! I accidentally ate an ant once, and it took a big, angry bite out of my lower lip.
• I accidentally sipped som Laphroaig once, and then did it again, on purpose. A fine piece of work.
• When I was a curious 8 y.o. child, I found a package of what seemed to be raisins. Dry ants. Bitter disappointment, indeed. But it is sad that the violence, the habitat destruction, and now, the international fad are all conspiring to make that ant species disappear.