The ANT PEDDLER

He knocked on the door and our dog barked. I opened the door and there he stood, wearing a strange uniform like a rocket pilot. He told me he just happened to be in the neighborhood and he wanted to know if we had ants. This is the season to welcome them, he said. He tried his best to convince me to open the crawlspace vents and let them in. “Put sugar on your kitchen counter and they’ll build roads and farms and little towns, and you’ll grow to love their company,” he promised as I shut the door.