It's A Hard Knock Life (For Ants)

I was walking down the sidewalk the other day with my friend Adam. We were taking a quick break from work. Yes, I work.

After my fair share of nicotine and his fill of fresh air (the closest to fresh air as we have), we made our way back down the sidewalk to seek refuge from the ninety-five degree heat in the cool air-conditioned store.

While discussing this very article, a beam of light suddenly singled out my friend. I thought it could be one of two things: Either he was the center of attention in this play we call Life and was about to break out into his famous lead dance number, or God was calling him into Heaven. Knowing my friend as well as I did, I assumed he was going to dance.

What happened? Did he completely change my whole perspective of emotionally fueled, interpretive dance? Did the almighty call him up for an eternity of Four-Locos aand blonde chicks? No. HE BURST INTO FLAMES!

As I watched Adam burn alive I wondered, "Wow, this is the second time this has happened this week".

Now let's snap back to reality. There goes gravity. Yeah, I just said that.

This didn't happen but what if it did? What if this were an every day part of life? What would you do if you were standing on your front porch and a huge foot descended from the Heavens and smashed your entire family, leaving you to run frantically in circles wondering what was going on?

Are you still with me people? We worry about bills and money. We worry whether or not our TV is the biggest on the block, or who has the fastest car. What if we had to worry about someone spraying us with human killer?

We've got it easy folks. It's a hard knock life for ants.