
Was it a sign of the end of the world? Should we be stocking up on mini-tacos?
All I know for sure that in my home town of Poway, cultural and ant capital of San Diego County, the ant population plunged last week. Specifically, they plunged to their deaths by the thousands in my home. In my CowboyMetrics side-by-side refrigerator. In the freezer section.
Why did they kill themselves in my refrigerator? Was it a long-postponed attempt to lay a guilt trip on me for that childhood ant farm? Where they all died? Honestly, I didn’t mean it. Perhaps I filled my farm with soldier ants from differing colonies. I’ll never know. I’ll just have to leave with the horrible uncertainty for the rest of my life.
Why did they commit mass suicide where they did? For a full day they streamed into the freezer section to meet their icy deaths. Who among us can really feel an ant’s angst? Were they exo-skeletal weary of the daily, relentless onslaught of spiders, lizards, Rustler’s Round Up ant traps, and the terrifying stomping action of the human foot? Did they finally say, “Enough, cruel world!”
Or was Norway stirring things up again? After all, this country brought us Viking raids and lutefisk, the worst-tasting, smelliest, glueist food the world has ever seen.
So, why can’t Norway’s dysfunctional lemmings infect Poway’s ants with their severe brand of defeatism? Before the days of cable TV, I doubt many Powegian ants ever heard of suicidal lemmings. Now, look what happens.
Mass extinctions of species by suicide. It might be the end of the world. Bummer. Or maybe, I’ve just invented a better ant trap.
- Paul De Lancey, First Lord of Fun
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