May 19, 2007
"Look, Mommy, the ants are having a parade!" When I get closer I see a tiny brown line marching from one side of the walkway to the other. Iím struck by the thought Iíd be a better writer if I saw things the way she did. We hunker down, and I exclaim over the clown ants riding bicycles and the marching band ants banging bass drums. But what Iím really thinking is theyíre serfs to the monarch. Queenie works them too hard to allow a day off for a parade. They canít even fuck to relieve the drudgery and toil!