I was attacked by ants. In my car.
Okay, not in a Them! sort of way. And not like that Charlton Heston movie with Eleanor Parker in the jungle. More like, a few ants. Okay, and they didn’t actually attack. Still.
Every morning I put on sunscreen before pulling out of the garage. Today, a little black ant crawled off the sunscreen bottle up my arm. Ick. And then, I reached over to the seat for something (lipstick?) and there was another one. And then, about fifteen minutes later, I was looking at some papers while at a red light, and a fucking NOTHER one crawled up the papers. And then two more came out of my purse while I was at my desk at work.
Where did they come from? Is it safe to get back into my car? Or open my purse? I do not sincerely know. But I! Am NOT! Happy!
