Ennui

The recent level of activity in the Queendom of the ants is best measured by the number of taps on the glass from my regular visitors and their whinges of "why aren't they doing anything?". Since the last post they have managed three little tunnels, creating a ladder in the centre and a swooping, weedy thing on the right-hand side.

Most of the group have started a love-in at the far left corner, where they nibble the agar and nuzzle each other.


Occasionally the more adventurous among them (Boothby Graffoe, Gertrude and Adam come to mind) wander off to attempt to scale the walls or chew pointlessly at the floor.



In this state of boredom, Antoinette has gone bananas and is dementedly chewing the rubber seal off from the inside. It's really tough stuff and quite hard to remove with a fingernail - her insanity must lend her super-formican strength. She's actually balancing on one leg to do it.


I have had suggestions of things to do to stimulate them (and am protecting them as best I can from the glass tappers, with my trademark self-righteous indignation) which have included cockroach vs ants deathmatch and making casts of the tunnels with molten lead. These I have dismissed with a raised eyebrow (the right eyebrow, the other one doesn't move independently) and I'm trying to find somewhere to buy grass-seed in less than entire lawn quantities so that the Harvesters actually have something to harvest. That should keep them amused, perhaps enough so that they'll stop their unseemly, day-long fondling. Any additional suggestions, please comment below, Tally's getting tired of Tweetspawn's attention.