Soba
06-15-2005, 12:48 AM
A/N: Okay, just to let you know, this IS true (I just added some stuff in there). Of course, I wasn't hiding on top of the washing machine, and I didn't find a cookie in my pocket. The ending kinda sucks since I really didn't know what to do with it, so I'm hoping you guys can help me out with it.
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My day had started off normally enough: wake up, wash my face, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. But, a sound had caught my ear while I was washing my face.
BBZZZ…
My head snapped up, eyes squinting to see. “What was that…”
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, only to find a large black spot on my forehead. I grimaced. That was one hell of a blackhead.
The black spot fluttered, moved, squirmed. “I…don’t think blemishes are supposed to move,” I muttered to myself, hands feeling for my glasses on the counter so that I could get a better look.
As I put them on, my head tilted in confusion. “Dad!! There’s a flying ant in my bathroom!!!!”
The usual response came back whenever I found some new bug I hadn’t seen before in my bathroom. “Well, kill it!”
I didn’t.
The next morning, I once again walked into my bathroom, the ant forgotten. I hummed a new tune I heard on the radio as I took out my face cleansers.
BBZZZZ…
“Eh…” I looked up at the mirror, my eyes widening as I saw the same ant crawling across my mirror. It fell into the sink, drowning in the running water and rushed down the drain.
BBZZZZ…
I jumped as I felt little feet crawling across my own. I shuddered as I felt wings brush by my face. “Daddy!! There are more of them!!”
No reply.
I looked back up at my mirror. Five or six of them were fluttering their wings and walking in confused circles.
Slightly intrigued as to how they got into my bathroom in the first place, I left them to their business, tending to my own needs.
That is, until one of the little buggers scurried across my leather bracelet.
This meant war!!
I turned the faucet on, wetting my toothbrush. With a flick of my wrist, water was sent flying towards the offensive ant. It miraculously swung its body around to where it didn’t get wet.
Ha! Lucky move!
I moved my favored bracelet, the watch resting against it disturbed and fell upon the flying ant. It was trapped, but still living.
Oh well.
I left the bathroom to change into decent clothing, stepping over more of the ants upon the ground that seemed to have lost their gift of flight.
“Whitney! You ready to – holy shiitake, there’s a whole army of them!”
I ran out of my room, up their stairs to the front door. Sure enough, the window way above the door was covered with the ants, and below on the ground, were your average worker ants.
They had us surrounded. I needed back up, and I needed it fast.
I looked around. “Dad? Where’d you go?” My comrade had abandoned me to be sacrificed among the ants!! To the washing machine!!!
I could hear their little feet pattering across the floor, their wings flapping ferociously, they were marching into my home. They were after me!
…
Silence.
Oh! It’s been days since I’ve been hiding in the laundry closet with my laptop across my legs…. Hey! A cookie! MMmm…food…
But the ants…they are still searching.
Ssshhh…I can hear them as they walk by, as they munch away at our food.
If I can figure out how to assassinate their queen…
This is it. I can no longer survive on cookie crumbs found in my pants pocket.
Wait! What’s this! I can hear and smell the wondrous citrus scented RAID!! I’m saved!!!
“Whitney…what are you doing on top of the washing machine?”
“The light! It burns!” I fell to the ground, on top of a whole cemetery of dead ants. “You have saved me, dear father, for that, I give you my life! But if you don’t mind me asking, what took you so long?”
My father gave me the strangest look before turning and putting the bug spray away. “I had to go out and buy bug spray…. I was only gone for ten minutes.”
___________
My day had started off normally enough: wake up, wash my face, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. But, a sound had caught my ear while I was washing my face.
BBZZZ…
My head snapped up, eyes squinting to see. “What was that…”
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, only to find a large black spot on my forehead. I grimaced. That was one hell of a blackhead.
The black spot fluttered, moved, squirmed. “I…don’t think blemishes are supposed to move,” I muttered to myself, hands feeling for my glasses on the counter so that I could get a better look.
As I put them on, my head tilted in confusion. “Dad!! There’s a flying ant in my bathroom!!!!”
The usual response came back whenever I found some new bug I hadn’t seen before in my bathroom. “Well, kill it!”
I didn’t.
The next morning, I once again walked into my bathroom, the ant forgotten. I hummed a new tune I heard on the radio as I took out my face cleansers.
BBZZZZ…
“Eh…” I looked up at the mirror, my eyes widening as I saw the same ant crawling across my mirror. It fell into the sink, drowning in the running water and rushed down the drain.
BBZZZZ…
I jumped as I felt little feet crawling across my own. I shuddered as I felt wings brush by my face. “Daddy!! There are more of them!!”
No reply.
I looked back up at my mirror. Five or six of them were fluttering their wings and walking in confused circles.
Slightly intrigued as to how they got into my bathroom in the first place, I left them to their business, tending to my own needs.
That is, until one of the little buggers scurried across my leather bracelet.
This meant war!!
I turned the faucet on, wetting my toothbrush. With a flick of my wrist, water was sent flying towards the offensive ant. It miraculously swung its body around to where it didn’t get wet.
Ha! Lucky move!
I moved my favored bracelet, the watch resting against it disturbed and fell upon the flying ant. It was trapped, but still living.
Oh well.
I left the bathroom to change into decent clothing, stepping over more of the ants upon the ground that seemed to have lost their gift of flight.
“Whitney! You ready to – holy shiitake, there’s a whole army of them!”
I ran out of my room, up their stairs to the front door. Sure enough, the window way above the door was covered with the ants, and below on the ground, were your average worker ants.
They had us surrounded. I needed back up, and I needed it fast.
I looked around. “Dad? Where’d you go?” My comrade had abandoned me to be sacrificed among the ants!! To the washing machine!!!
I could hear their little feet pattering across the floor, their wings flapping ferociously, they were marching into my home. They were after me!
…
Silence.
Oh! It’s been days since I’ve been hiding in the laundry closet with my laptop across my legs…. Hey! A cookie! MMmm…food…
But the ants…they are still searching.
Ssshhh…I can hear them as they walk by, as they munch away at our food.
If I can figure out how to assassinate their queen…
This is it. I can no longer survive on cookie crumbs found in my pants pocket.
Wait! What’s this! I can hear and smell the wondrous citrus scented RAID!! I’m saved!!!
“Whitney…what are you doing on top of the washing machine?”
“The light! It burns!” I fell to the ground, on top of a whole cemetery of dead ants. “You have saved me, dear father, for that, I give you my life! But if you don’t mind me asking, what took you so long?”
My father gave me the strangest look before turning and putting the bug spray away. “I had to go out and buy bug spray…. I was only gone for ten minutes.”