Unsystematic Denial

Antz. Fucking everywhere.

It started out this morning. A few cute little black ants. I like black ants. "Hello little guys!" I say. They don't respond. "Typical", I mutter. The ants are running all over the place, like self-propelled little crusty crumbs all over my creamy white desk. I think it's amusing. I blow them off without killing 'em with a quick puff. I get back to work.

About 10 minutes later, it happens again. This time, there are a few more. "Ah, you guys are back! And you've brought along some friends, too!" I say. I blow 'em off again.

Sometime later, I realize that I've accidentally squashed one of the ants who had wandered back. I make a face, feel sorry for it, and then blow the dead carcass off my creamy white desk. I figure that I should find some way to prevent this unnecessary slaughter. I take some sweet tomato sauce that my mommy had packed for me with my lunch, and smear a bit of it on a piece of paper, and I keep right at the corner of my desk. I think that the ants would stop wandering about aimlessly and congregate there, safely out of harm's way.

About half an hour later, I realize that there are ants crawling on my arms. "Shoo!", I say and blow 'em off. My eyes then settle on the table. Hundreds of ants, all scurrying about aimlessly. "What the fuck?", my colleagues hear me exclaim. I take a peek at the sauce-ridden piece of paper. It appears that the ants have indeed discovered it. But they're not stopping there. They're running all over the friggin' desk. "You stupid little piss ants, go over to that corner!" I scream. They don't listen to me. "Typical", I mutter. They appear to have formed a messy line around my monitor. I pick the monitor up, and blow harshly. My pen, which was lying between my monitor and keyboard, is caught by the gale force winds. It rolls indiscriminately, squashing any and all little black insects in its path. It rolls over the saucy piece of paper. It rolls right off the desk, leaving me aghast at my own thoughtlessly precipitated carnage. I carefully put the monitor back in place, and sit in utter silence for a few minutes.

After a while, I get back to work. There appear to be a few stray ants wandering about. I leave them alone. Their kind has suffered enough in recent times.