I was prepping for a client. And I saw it standing at the corner of the ceiling light. Staring at me. I know. Sounds ridiculous. The back of my mind thought so too, but I went with it.
It stood there for a long time. I even wondered if it was dead. And I worked a little more looked up and it was still there. That’s when I felt it’s disappointment. Like asking me “what did you do?”.
See…….what happened is….
Somehow between the floors of the house an ant colony seemed to be growing. I didn’t really care at first. I don’t mind ants. But then one day they fell through the ceiling light. A whole string of them as if they were building a bridge or something; on some group dare. Who knows? I hate killing them but now they are interfering with my income.
So I grab some diatomaceous earth and use a straw to get it into the ceiling lamp fixture that seemed glued to the ceiling or something. I was not capable of taking it off with my basic home skill knowledge. And I was in a hurry that day. So I just spewed puffs of powder into all the little holes over and over and over. Til I had to stop.
I only ever once saw an ant again in that ceiling fan. It was the one staring at me now. And it looked so sad. Now I know I can feel human feelings very well and some animals but ants? Again I just went with it.
And I said “look I’m sorry. I had no choice. I don’t know a humane way to say ‘gee excuse me could you redirect yourself outside of my house immediately please?’ all that well to an ant.”.
And it shook its head and said “at least we know what the hell we are doing here”. And I kept working and next I looked up he was gone. Never again to be seen.