I got ants in my pants, I’m anxious as a june bug. I’ve got to get this out of my head. I love you, I love you. I love you today more than I did yesterday and more tomorrow than today. I can’t keep quiet much longer!
insectoid streams that are rivers of moving, livid nature, blood red and pitch black combined pincers to strike with poison. But yet, we can CRUSH them with our feet, which seem like gigantic asteroids to them. CRUSH. CRUSH. SQUISSHSHHHH.
everytime she saw the man who worked at the fruit stand, the one with the bald spot and the tattoo of ants marching in a line up his forearm, the one who called every girl “honey”, she thought of Daddy. He wasn’t her real father, just her mother’s…
ants. I like the word ants because it segues into can’ts well, not really. But it does hold up the end of pants. And what about gants? Rants? Now there’s a true word if I ever saw one. rants. Go for that and pull your pants.
one dY I WAS WALKIN DOWN THE STREET WHEN 431542 nt came and ate my leg off and as i sat their and died my dugumfy wa taring at me wathing m die as peacful as possible……
I freaking hate ants. They serve no purpose for the Earth and they are a complete nuisance when summertime comes. They’re also really itchy and the reason why I try to avoid picnics wih the plaid blanket you sit on. I hate insects in general.
There was an ants hill on a sideway of the camping ground where I spent most of my childhood summers. We used to dump worms and cancer tails on the hill to watch what the ants did with ist. Disgusting and fascinating. While wo stood there, we had to keep walking on the spot – to avoid being crawled upon by them.
I slept but not for long. I awoke to a sea of black, small relentless creatures, in my mouth, ears, and nostrils. I jumped jump–almost to heaven–brushing them off me. I rolled, screamed, and hit myself in desperation.
first thing that came to my mind: the story the ant and the grasshopper. to me, first impressions i have on ants is that they are a very hardworking species.
the ants crawled over her dead rotting body as Mr. Wilkins tried to hide the body. He hadn’t meant to kill her. But, she was just so tempting. He had promised to stop but, he could not resist
hhahahahhaha, ants. if you know em like i do. you hate em. I had to live outside for 3 weeks and ants can somehow get anywhere. also. they can bite. the red ones anyways. also. they stretch when they wake up in the morning.
I’m lying in bed, I think I’m crazy. Where has everyone gone? Why are the walls closing in on me? Why are dragons’ shadows on the walls? Why are ants crawling on my skin? You’re not here. And everything else seems to be.
hey there sally boo. i hope you don’t mind me pouring ants down your pants. they have a tendency to tickle at first, but after they settle into that bushy black forest of yours, they become quite docile. don’t forget to send me a postcard of their cute little bavarian cottages.
Ants with a Z instead of an S is the name of a Dreamworks movie that came out at the same time as Pixar’s A Bug’s Life… also about ants. I remember thinking this was weird when I saw it in theaters. I was probably 6 or 7 at the time. There is another 3D ant movie now, called The Ant Bully. I’m not sure which is best.
They grab their little backpacks and leave the hole inside the hill. Coming upon the red and white checkered cloth, they see gold. Only in food form. They gather it up into their little backpacks and make their way back to the hill. Dodging sandals and puppy feet. They’re home.
Something is scampering over my feet and tickling the little hairs that crawl across my toes. Their size means nothing, their impact is enormous. They build and build then die, but their ancestors build more.
“Ants have the biggest brain in relationship to their body”, read Celia. “Hmm”, she mused. “They see “the big picture” we give lip service to. We long for their strength & connection. They kill members of the colony who get out of line. Seems compassion isn’t based on brain size. Maybe there’s hope for us”.
I hate ants. Cilian said. I was right beside him looking down the hole. There okay. He shouted out at me, ANTS ARE DISGUSTING THERE NOWHERE NEAR OKAY. i nearly had a heart attack.
ants are scary, i think they could probably take over the world if they wanted to. think about it, they can swarm…some of them can bite, and if there were enough in one area what could anybody do to stop them? lots of bug spray i guess.. maybe a few million ant traps. those don’t even work in my bathroom.
Being tied out in the sun was bad enough, but when the ants showed up, the situation became much worse. At first it was only one or two of them but before it was over, I was covered with ants and stings.
I once sat on an anthill. I’ll be sure to never do that again. The stinging, biting, and burning still remains fresh in my memory. Maybe I should get up now.
Oh oh, I just learned an interesting fact about ants. Whenever you see a single ant, that ant is a scout ant sent out by the group of ants to see if everything is cool. Then a second ant comes through if the first ant does not come back. If the first ant is found dead, then the second ant goes back and tells the crew that it’s no good… not sure if I got that right or not.
Ants, all over my arms. Crawling through my blood. Everywhere. They’re tickling and burning and running and I can’t get away. I slap at them, I scream, I cry. But they’re always there. My ants.
The ants were everywhere! On the sofa, on the blue curtains, on Carson’s little green chair. They surrounded his blocks, books, and little red wagon. And there in the middle of it all was my son…laughing and dancing with ants all around him like a sea of insects.
Ants can get in your pants, that is if you follow that rhyme. That’s a ridiculous statement though I would think one is smart enough to keep ants out of their pants. In this modern age that we live in I would assume that it would be hard to get them in there.
when i was a kid i lovvved watching the ants trample each other on the side walk. they held no regard for the others around them, they just crawled on each other to get where they were going. Its like people, we dont care who gets hurt as long as we’re on top.
one day i was walking and the next minute i was red. with fire ants. i don’t know how they got to be fire ants, because i’m in alaska. this is the weirdest thing i’ve ever written. so cha-cha people, cha-cha.
ants crawl through the strawberry colored curves of my bed’s blanket as I sleep. There is no sound within my room but they are creepy and watching. Who is behind them all? Watching me so curiously as they travel up the skin of my leg and the curve of my neck. Who is behind them?
throw that child into the swimming pool!
By Kate on 02.24.2010
I got ants in my pants, I’m anxious as a june bug. I’ve got to get this out of my head. I love you, I love you. I love you today more than I did yesterday and more tomorrow than today. I can’t keep quiet much longer!
By Camille URL on 02.24.2010
Tumbling in line down the picnic table leg, they carry away the spoils of a war waged silently. Their enemy, unaware plays in the distance.
By Jeremy URL on 02.24.2010
insectoid streams that are rivers of moving, livid nature, blood red and pitch black combined pincers to strike with poison. But yet, we can CRUSH them with our feet, which seem like gigantic asteroids to them. CRUSH. CRUSH. SQUISSHSHHHH.
By Sam McGuffin on 02.24.2010
everytime she saw the man who worked at the fruit stand, the one with the bald spot and the tattoo of ants marching in a line up his forearm, the one who called every girl “honey”, she thought of Daddy. He wasn’t her real father, just her mother’s…
By tricia on 02.24.2010
small crawl wise insects winter food burrow soil summer numerous queen ant tiny gross insecticide swarm anteater killerspray hoarders crumbs
By Ramona on 02.24.2010
ants. I like the word ants because it segues into can’ts well, not really. But it does hold up the end of pants. And what about gants? Rants? Now there’s a true word if I ever saw one. rants. Go for that and pull your pants.
By slb2 URL on 02.24.2010
i’m fine good work
By Bfrmrigl URL on 02.24.2010
Crushem!! Pesky little critters keep eating my cats. What the hell is that about? Shouldn’t the be eating birds and squirrels?
By twitter.com/willcreates URL on 02.24.2010
one dY I WAS WALKIN DOWN THE STREET WHEN 431542 nt came and ate my leg off and as i sat their and died my dugumfy wa taring at me wathing m die as peacful as possible……
By fiona on 02.24.2010
I freaking hate ants. They serve no purpose for the Earth and they are a complete nuisance when summertime comes. They’re also really itchy and the reason why I try to avoid picnics wih the plaid blanket you sit on. I hate insects in general.
By Aubriel on 02.24.2010
one day i was up tree when 1000000 ant came rushing from iside one of the tree nots and ate my leg off ad mr dugumfrey watched me.
By fiona on 02.24.2010
I TOOK A GUN AND SHOT ANYS BECOUSE HEY ATE MY CHOCOLATE I WIL KILL ANY ANT FORM NOW ON IF THEY VER DARE OUH MY CHOCOLATE
By FIONA on 02.24.2010
There was an ants hill on a sideway of the camping ground where I spent most of my childhood summers. We used to dump worms and cancer tails on the hill to watch what the ants did with ist. Disgusting and fascinating. While wo stood there, we had to keep walking on the spot – to avoid being crawled upon by them.
By Kayakdreemar on 02.24.2010
I slept but not for long. I awoke to a sea of black, small relentless creatures, in my mouth, ears, and nostrils. I jumped jump–almost to heaven–brushing them off me. I rolled, screamed, and hit myself in desperation.
By ian dunn on 02.24.2010
first thing that came to my mind: the story the ant and the grasshopper. to me, first impressions i have on ants is that they are a very hardworking species.
By shu-yin on 02.24.2010
the ants crawled over her dead rotting body as Mr. Wilkins tried to hide the body. He hadn’t meant to kill her. But, she was just so tempting. He had promised to stop but, he could not resist
By cami b on 02.24.2010
The ants go marching one-by-one, hurrah!
Why? Where are they going?
It’s an odd thing, to be concerned with ants.
A single ant. The life of one weary worker.
Why bother?
I have marching to do.
By Jack Ruby on 02.24.2010
hhahahahhaha, ants. if you know em like i do. you hate em. I had to live outside for 3 weeks and ants can somehow get anywhere. also. they can bite. the red ones anyways. also. they stretch when they wake up in the morning.
By will schubert on 02.24.2010
ant are small animal and they are known to be hard working and well structured.
By Samuel on 02.24.2010
I’m lying in bed, I think I’m crazy. Where has everyone gone? Why are the walls closing in on me? Why are dragons’ shadows on the walls? Why are ants crawling on my skin? You’re not here. And everything else seems to be.
By David on 02.24.2010
hey there sally boo. i hope you don’t mind me pouring ants down your pants. they have a tendency to tickle at first, but after they settle into that bushy black forest of yours, they become quite docile. don’t forget to send me a postcard of their cute little bavarian cottages.
By nate URL on 02.24.2010
Ants with a Z instead of an S is the name of a Dreamworks movie that came out at the same time as Pixar’s A Bug’s Life… also about ants. I remember thinking this was weird when I saw it in theaters. I was probably 6 or 7 at the time. There is another 3D ant movie now, called The Ant Bully. I’m not sure which is best.
By Cat Brooks on 02.24.2010
They grab their little backpacks and leave the hole inside the hill. Coming upon the red and white checkered cloth, they see gold. Only in food form. They gather it up into their little backpacks and make their way back to the hill. Dodging sandals and puppy feet. They’re home.
By Rachel Landry URL on 02.24.2010
Something is scampering over my feet and tickling the little hairs that crawl across my toes. Their size means nothing, their impact is enormous. They build and build then die, but their ancestors build more.
By Ricky on 02.24.2010
they go marching one by one…ha rah…I love them not to be confused with aunts…did you know ants can’t close their eyes! crazy
By katie on 02.24.2010
“Ants have the biggest brain in relationship to their body”, read Celia. “Hmm”, she mused. “They see “the big picture” we give lip service to. We long for their strength & connection. They kill members of the colony who get out of line. Seems compassion isn’t based on brain size. Maybe there’s hope for us”.
By @ on 02.24.2010
I hate ants. Cilian said. I was right beside him looking down the hole. There okay. He shouted out at me, ANTS ARE DISGUSTING THERE NOWHERE NEAR OKAY. i nearly had a heart attack.
By R on 02.24.2010
ants are scary, i think they could probably take over the world if they wanted to. think about it, they can swarm…some of them can bite, and if there were enough in one area what could anybody do to stop them? lots of bug spray i guess.. maybe a few million ant traps. those don’t even work in my bathroom.
By emily on 02.24.2010
Being tied out in the sun was bad enough, but when the ants showed up, the situation became much worse. At first it was only one or two of them but before it was over, I was covered with ants and stings.
By Doug McIntire URL on 02.24.2010
I once sat on an anthill. I’ll be sure to never do that again. The stinging, biting, and burning still remains fresh in my memory. Maybe I should get up now.
By Chris Newland on 02.24.2010
Oh oh, I just learned an interesting fact about ants. Whenever you see a single ant, that ant is a scout ant sent out by the group of ants to see if everything is cool. Then a second ant comes through if the first ant does not come back. If the first ant is found dead, then the second ant goes back and tells the crew that it’s no good… not sure if I got that right or not.
By lauren URL on 02.24.2010
The drones march two by two,
hand in hand, pink in blue,
night after night, clear as day:
This is the only way.
I watch from behind the glass.
By Rosie on 02.24.2010
Ants, all over my arms. Crawling through my blood. Everywhere. They’re tickling and burning and running and I can’t get away. I slap at them, I scream, I cry. But they’re always there. My ants.
By Rachel on 02.24.2010
The ants were everywhere! On the sofa, on the blue curtains, on Carson’s little green chair. They surrounded his blocks, books, and little red wagon. And there in the middle of it all was my son…laughing and dancing with ants all around him like a sea of insects.
By Ms. Taylor on 02.24.2010
Ants can get in your pants, that is if you follow that rhyme. That’s a ridiculous statement though I would think one is smart enough to keep ants out of their pants. In this modern age that we live in I would assume that it would be hard to get them in there.
By Danny on 02.24.2010
Died; these.
By CAPSLOCK on 02.24.2010
when i was a kid i lovvved watching the ants trample each other on the side walk. they held no regard for the others around them, they just crawled on each other to get where they were going. Its like people, we dont care who gets hurt as long as we’re on top.
By Kaitlin on 02.24.2010
one day i was walking and the next minute i was red. with fire ants. i don’t know how they got to be fire ants, because i’m in alaska. this is the weirdest thing i’ve ever written. so cha-cha people, cha-cha.
By c on 02.24.2010
ants crawl through the strawberry colored curves of my bed’s blanket as I sleep. There is no sound within my room but they are creepy and watching. Who is behind them all? Watching me so curiously as they travel up the skin of my leg and the curve of my neck. Who is behind them?
By Ever on 02.24.2010