warning: inebriated post ahead

Not too bad...just ended the second round of Mama Llama's Famous "Kick You In The Butt When You Least Expect It" margaritas.

She-Ra and I have been studying the surprising number of little black ants that have invaded this canal beach-house kitchen for the first time in the years I have been visiting this kind abode.

Hypothesis: Ants celebrate the Day of American Independence in much the same way as do humans.

Which means?

They get drunk on the leftovers from our drinks.

And mating rituals, when inebriated, greatly resemble ours. (at least, this data extracted from what the Primary Researcher has deducted must be occuring from the incidence of pairs of ants seemingly "connected" before the evil wet sponge comes to wipe them up and interrupt their ecstasy).

Yes. As the evidence in the kitchen presents, the shot glass I have employed for this experiment (containing traces not only of tequila but also triple sec) is covered with the same ten ants that were covering this particular glass many minutes ago.

And they are NOT leaving.

Neither can they maintain a straight line.

Those that were on the glasses of the guests who had retired their drink glasses to the side of the sink to be washed could not even walk back to their nest, wherever that may be, in a straight line. Yes, She-Ra and I took great humor in observing their weaving paths, their very non-direct movement--much resembling that of actually sober drivers in New Orleans (only the drunks drive straight through all the potholes while the sober ones swerve to miss them).

And, as She-Ra just reported, The Ants Are Coming Back.

More margaritas, anyone?

Happy Fourth of July, all!