Sitting in the coffee shop, looking out the window. the sun was shining in all it’s beautiful spring glory. Tingles in my stomach. Ants in my pants. My foot swinging like there was music rocking loud and inspired it’s own personal dance. Just waiting for you. Excited to see you. Life opened up.
aNTS ARE VERY INTERESTING CREATORS JUST AS THEOROUEA\U KNEW HE WOULD WACTH THEM ALL DAY LONG, i DID IN MY YOUTH AS WELL AND IT WAS SO FASINATING TO SEE THEM INTERACT AND CARRY AROUND MATERIALS AND BUILD THINGS TO LIVE IN AND EAT.
rOSIE
The ants are marching one by one hurrah hurrrah. Theants are marching2 by 2 hurrah hurrah . the ants are marching 3 by three by3 the little one stops to scratch his knee.
marylee
I have ants in my pants! Going to an art fair as an artist……me….an artist! How exciting to finally have my work recognized………and that I have actually found it…….my destiny
We once stood in the cold park watching our breath and smoke. I didnt know we were standing in an ant bed. The next day I was covered in bites. There gone now. Like you.
The dots on the pavement–angry-red and night-black–connected with each other as they trace the sweet highway toward a pillow of bread and crystal sugar. In a gigantic, dangerous dome where we live in, noticing the intricacies of small life can sometimes open a new window that will remind us that Tiny Things make the world seem livelier.
He watched the ants as they walked in a line, one by one, climbing the dirt hill that must have been like several stories tall to them. Each knowing exactly what it was doing, following the one ahead of it through some programmed instinct.
But he had no one to follow. Like an ant, separated from its colony, limping in circles.
Ants work in group. They are hardworking. Their spirit is inspiring. They live in colonies.
arshad shaikh
Ants in my pants, keeping me anxious, anticipatious, excited. Things never seem what they are, theings never are what they seem. Ants if they were the size of dogs would rule the world. Allegedly.
ants in my pants feel icky
ants in my plants are tricky
ants in my garden are picky
ants in my house are snicky
beth
oh! they are scary, i ll fight a tiger but not an ant, esp. the red one. They are mean. And i can not believe the story people make about ants being cooperative
naman
creepy crawly and in your pants. the name of my mate if you were talking about somthing he’s doing. large, red, black and sometimes lethal.. to other insects anyway.
duncan
so i sat down on the blanket
and made myself all fancy
just when i felt sooo cozy
i began to get quite antsy
i found i could not sit
and needed to jump around
when i did and felt my body
there were ants all around!
debi
Ants walked down the table leg in a straight line, stopping when the leader became confused by different smells. On their way home, an adventure completed, with food stuffs to bring them into another season. The leader paused, turned right and left the company. Who would guide them now? Why did he leave?
cate
Ants are crawling over the surface of my desk. there are more and more and more of them following. It’s an ant river right in front of me. All I can do is stare at them, how their little legs move without a break, how they line up in order, how nothing seems to distract them from their way.
Katja
ants come. ants go. intent on saving enough food, probably knowing how much is enough, and they keep working because they haven’t saved enough. they are there to survive. i wonder if the skills of survival in itself is their pleasure.
kaorita
I hate ants. Especially fire ants. If you live in the south, you know what those are! My daughter, as a child, used to sit in fire ant piles. She would get bitten by so many ants, and she would scream and cry. I would retrieve her, only to find her repeating the behavior and finding another fire ant pile later in the day. No telling what the fascination was there, but one time, when I took her to the doctor, he said that he had never seen so many bites on a child without the child being really, really sick. She was a mess!
Judy B
Small black busy little creatures, who take everything in stride. Scurry, scurry, hurry, hurry, creep, crawly…..
the feeling was wildly unpleasant – like ants crawling on sugar, writhing black specks that tickle and disgust. a perfect sunny, cloudless day, gingham blanket, ruined by ants.
Ashlyn
we are all ants in our own right. devolved ants that cant work together without killing each other…devolved ants that can’t life 50 times their own strength. yet we still follow, and bring our ‘leaders’ their daily bread
They are disgusting & hahve funny looking bodys, i never really liked ants but use to have an ant farm in an butter container. I find ants very weird and gross but i guess they dont harm anyone which is a good thing, omg they smell when drowning. They are horrible things to stand on ust because they are so small it is weird. Sort of feels like something crue because they are so innocent but hmmm. Cant say I fancy ants at all. Can’t say I would have a pet ant… But.. I do like the movie “ants”
jess
When he looked up again he saw her unmistakable flirtatious smile and sparkling eyes…and this put ants in his pants. For an instant, his whole life ceased to exist and he was completely involved in the emotions of this very instant.
It was $8 to rent the locker which was almost all he had. Nothing in it but ants and a smell that could turn your 8 bucks into liquid and have you paying more just to get the hell out of there…
Ants are annoying. They have invaded my house many times.
Sitting in the coffee shop, looking out the window. the sun was shining in all it’s beautiful spring glory. Tingles in my stomach. Ants in my pants. My foot swinging like there was music rocking loud and inspired it’s own personal dance. Just waiting for you. Excited to see you. Life opened up.
In my pants… itching to get out of this building, this city and this country. So be it.
She watched the people marching to work, like ants methodically going about their business. Then she let go of the ledge and hurtled towards them.
the ants have invaded picnik.com :/ no more free photo editing, that sucks
they’re everywhere. up the walls. along the floor. in the cupboards. in my head. they infect everything like a river of red fear washing over my life.
aNTS ARE VERY INTERESTING CREATORS JUST AS THEOROUEA\U KNEW HE WOULD WACTH THEM ALL DAY LONG, i DID IN MY YOUTH AS WELL AND IT WAS SO FASINATING TO SEE THEM INTERACT AND CARRY AROUND MATERIALS AND BUILD THINGS TO LIVE IN AND EAT.
The ants are marching one by one hurrah hurrrah. Theants are marching2 by 2 hurrah hurrah . the ants are marching 3 by three by3 the little one stops to scratch his knee.
I have ants in my pants! Going to an art fair as an artist……me….an artist! How exciting to finally have my work recognized………and that I have actually found it…….my destiny
We once stood in the cold park watching our breath and smoke. I didnt know we were standing in an ant bed. The next day I was covered in bites. There gone now. Like you.
ants are tiny animals that walk all over the world like black ants ants are my favorite kind of animals cause their sooo tinnny
ants are craling insects that are small. Some are piosonous. hi
ants are little bugs that crawl all over the ground
the ants go marching one by one harah harah the ants go marching two by two……
I hate ants cause they bite. And then the bite itch. I once lit an ant on fire with a magnifying glass! Muahahaha!
tiny little bugs!!!!!!! bugs!!!!!!!!!!some ant are really mean to me they don’t like me but sometimes i like them!!!!!!!!!!!!bugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
small little forgers. sometimes they are pest when they get in your house and crawl all over the place.
when we were children
we would place
cardboard firecrackers
in dirt mounds
and watch ants
scurry in rushed
retreat. our
terrorism.
organised
lined up
house cleaner
too many at a time
gang
Picnics, summer fun, they have a job and a purpose, just please don’t eat my sandwich. I can’t wait for summer!
The dots on the pavement–angry-red and night-black–connected with each other as they trace the sweet highway toward a pillow of bread and crystal sugar. In a gigantic, dangerous dome where we live in, noticing the intricacies of small life can sometimes open a new window that will remind us that Tiny Things make the world seem livelier.
He watched the ants as they walked in a line, one by one, climbing the dirt hill that must have been like several stories tall to them. Each knowing exactly what it was doing, following the one ahead of it through some programmed instinct.
But he had no one to follow. Like an ant, separated from its colony, limping in circles.
Ants work in group. They are hardworking. Their spirit is inspiring. They live in colonies.
Ants in my pants, keeping me anxious, anticipatious, excited. Things never seem what they are, theings never are what they seem. Ants if they were the size of dogs would rule the world. Allegedly.
they are tiny like my puppy and they can hold a cherry and you can eat them
ants in my pants feel icky
ants in my plants are tricky
ants in my garden are picky
ants in my house are snicky
oh! they are scary, i ll fight a tiger but not an ant, esp. the red one. They are mean. And i can not believe the story people make about ants being cooperative
creepy crawly and in your pants. the name of my mate if you were talking about somthing he’s doing. large, red, black and sometimes lethal.. to other insects anyway.
so i sat down on the blanket
and made myself all fancy
just when i felt sooo cozy
i began to get quite antsy
i found i could not sit
and needed to jump around
when i did and felt my body
there were ants all around!
Ants walked down the table leg in a straight line, stopping when the leader became confused by different smells. On their way home, an adventure completed, with food stuffs to bring them into another season. The leader paused, turned right and left the company. Who would guide them now? Why did he leave?
Ants are crawling over the surface of my desk. there are more and more and more of them following. It’s an ant river right in front of me. All I can do is stare at them, how their little legs move without a break, how they line up in order, how nothing seems to distract them from their way.
ants come. ants go. intent on saving enough food, probably knowing how much is enough, and they keep working because they haven’t saved enough. they are there to survive. i wonder if the skills of survival in itself is their pleasure.
I hate ants. Especially fire ants. If you live in the south, you know what those are! My daughter, as a child, used to sit in fire ant piles. She would get bitten by so many ants, and she would scream and cry. I would retrieve her, only to find her repeating the behavior and finding another fire ant pile later in the day. No telling what the fascination was there, but one time, when I took her to the doctor, he said that he had never seen so many bites on a child without the child being really, really sick. She was a mess!
Small black busy little creatures, who take everything in stride. Scurry, scurry, hurry, hurry, creep, crawly…..
the feeling was wildly unpleasant – like ants crawling on sugar, writhing black specks that tickle and disgust. a perfect sunny, cloudless day, gingham blanket, ruined by ants.
we are all ants in our own right. devolved ants that cant work together without killing each other…devolved ants that can’t life 50 times their own strength. yet we still follow, and bring our ‘leaders’ their daily bread
They are disgusting & hahve funny looking bodys, i never really liked ants but use to have an ant farm in an butter container. I find ants very weird and gross but i guess they dont harm anyone which is a good thing, omg they smell when drowning. They are horrible things to stand on ust because they are so small it is weird. Sort of feels like something crue because they are so innocent but hmmm. Cant say I fancy ants at all. Can’t say I would have a pet ant… But.. I do like the movie “ants”
When he looked up again he saw her unmistakable flirtatious smile and sparkling eyes…and this put ants in his pants. For an instant, his whole life ceased to exist and he was completely involved in the emotions of this very instant.
It was $8 to rent the locker which was almost all he had. Nothing in it but ants and a smell that could turn your 8 bucks into liquid and have you paying more just to get the hell out of there…
Skimming over the earth, earnest, searching, working, loading. Their diligence puts me to shame.