Ants

Last Sunday was my birthday party.

Remember I told you how we shot at each other with marshmallow shooters?

One son, whose identity shall remain a secret, shot marshmallows all over the outside of my bathroom window.

THIS is the scene before me when I opened the blind in there this morning.

And then again, this afternoon.

And later, after the sun came out.

Of course I've been hoping that they would form a perfect tesari, or maybe dance like the June Taylor Dancers, but as my luck would have it, they are starting to march across my bathroom window with their sticky little feet.

Some days I wish I had an aardvark.