B and I made a weight-loss pact not to eat anything after 8:PM every night, not even a mini-Snickers bar sitting in the candy dish waiting for Trick-or-Treaters. Nope, no Snickers and I really mean it; no bite-sized, little bars of chocolate, no caramel, no nuts and no nougat, whatever that is.
But, there’s something funny going on around here. For one, I haven’t lost any weight, but that’s not that funny. The other day I noticed some of those Snickers were missing. B also noticed and, of course, you know who got the blame. So now, it was up to me to find the culprit.
During my investigation, I also noticed some ants trailing out of a crack in the screen door.
Ants are a resourceful lot and can lift something like 100 times their own body weight. To put it into an understandable perspective this would be like me lifting Michael Moore right after a pizza delivery to his house. Suffice it to say, these are strong little buggers. I totally believe a few well organized team of them could lift a mini-Snicker bar. I also know that ants love Snickers.
I checked the refrigerator and found a number of other sweet things missing, chocolate, for one and the lid on the jelly had been replaced crookedly. Someone must have been in a hurry, was my conjecture to B.
Then, B noticed that the TV remote was not where she left it last night before going to bed. In the sink we found a small snack plate with a few cake crumbs. We also found a small drink glass with a milk ring in its bottom. Demons! These ant fellows are clever, but not that clever.
Obviously, the ants have been having big parties while we’re sleeping. They watch TV, eat Snickers, toast and jelly and drink milk. Then they try to hide it all by cleaning up, but they forgot to put the dishes in the dishwasher, a rookie mistake for a midnight snack marauder.
They would have gotten away with it too, but I was too clever for them and we caught them. Didn’t we B? B?