My front porch, encased in vines, is home to corporate aphid farming every year. By the bazillions. The ants absolutely get drunk on the nectar, and their rowdy parties last long into the night. A porch-full of drunk ants singing the full rendition of "99 bottles of nectar, oh my" is enough to drive anyone a little batty
Oh. My. God. Cliosandra...I was torn between gales of laughter and equal amounts of squickiness. You nailed the vile creature(s) to. A. Tee! 👏👏👏👏👏
Brilliant!
My front porch, encased in vines, is home to corporate aphid farming every year. By the bazillions. The ants absolutely get drunk on the nectar, and their rowdy parties last long into the night. A porch-full of drunk ants singing the full rendition of "99 bottles of nectar, oh my" is enough to drive anyone a little batty
This might be the best thing I've seen from you yet, omg. Though the bar was proper high before. But you've outdone yourself with the crime ants! <3