Freaking ants are poisoning my life. Wherever I look, there they are. Why did you have to hitch a ride on a ship or in a box of produce and are now creating this huge problem for me?
Why? couldn't you stay home where you probably have some kind of predator that likes to eat you and you have a purpose besides driving me crazy?
I know, little ant, you probably don't care. You and all your brothers and sisters who come flowing out of my bathtub spout when I turn on the water.
You probably think it is a fun ride and love running all over the bathtub, crawling up the sides, and finding cracks in this old, old house to disappear under the house into the cool spaces where you are hiding. Or eating away on the foundation of the house itself.
Maybe you want to see it get loose and shake and rattle and fall down because you created a lot of uneven ground underneath with all your little tunnels and nest and whatever else you are doing as you expand your empire from the Mexican border to at least LA.
Maybe you started the fires or a desperate fire-lizard did who got tired of you not tasting good but killing all the indigenous ants that were more to his liking.
Not that fire-lizards live in LA - but maybe they do. I have seen Dragons in movies and they must be real/
And one more thing, you creepy little ants. It is not fun when you clog up my shower and not one drop of water can come through because you piled you little ant bodies in protest.
If you have to invade, at least be nice and let me shower.
You can join me in the Freewriting adventure. Today's prompt was ant poison. Set your timer to 5 minutes and see what pops into your mind for this prompt :)