Walking to the train station this evening I, and my fellow “must get home as quickly as possible so I’ll be rude and barge past everyone” commuters, were accosted by swarms of flying ants. Swarms as in hundreds of the wee buggers, several of which made it onto our train.
Luckily I didn’t end up almost eating one like the guy across the aisle from me.. but then I wasn’t snoring either.
The look on his face was priceless it has to be said, and several of us sitting near him were struggling to surpress giggles, having just shared “christ, he’s loud” glances and raised eyebrows minutes before.
I had a nice ham salad for dinner. Hold the ants.