Mail, mail, mail.
This morning, I walked out to put some stuff in the mailbox. Routine work. I went out, I came back. I sat down with my computer to blog this. Simple enough, simple enough. No reason to put to use my Osmosian skills again, or so I thought.
And here's what could have happened, shouldn't have happened, and maybe (maybe) did happen.
"Treat little people with respect!" is what I always say, being rather short myself. Unfortunately, I accidentally disobeyed my own rule. On the way back, I noticed that massive ant hill beneath the little tree in the front yard. Here I thought it was empty, antless, long-since evacuated (perhaps thanks to me and my tenancy to step on them). But it was there, and so was I, and it looked like such a perfect little opportunity.
So I stepped on it.
And I would have carried on about my business until the low, angry buzz of little voices reached my ears. It was familiar. Too familiar, to be honest. And then I realized exactly what it was I had possibly done, and most people probably would have run far, far away. Of course, I didn't.
To anyone familiar with the likes of Henry Pym, you'll know what alias he sometimes is in his free time. Ant-Man. And maybe, just maybe, I had destroyed his lab.
Not something to brag about. I know. But it's not wise to step in a live anthill. Partners in stopping crime or not, Ant Man got his comeuppance.
- your most erratic hero
This morning, I walked out to put some stuff in the mailbox. Routine work. I went out, I came back. I sat down with my computer to blog this. Simple enough, simple enough. No reason to put to use my Osmosian skills again, or so I thought.
And here's what could have happened, shouldn't have happened, and maybe (maybe) did happen.
"Treat little people with respect!" is what I always say, being rather short myself. Unfortunately, I accidentally disobeyed my own rule. On the way back, I noticed that massive ant hill beneath the little tree in the front yard. Here I thought it was empty, antless, long-since evacuated (perhaps thanks to me and my tenancy to step on them). But it was there, and so was I, and it looked like such a perfect little opportunity.
So I stepped on it.
And I would have carried on about my business until the low, angry buzz of little voices reached my ears. It was familiar. Too familiar, to be honest. And then I realized exactly what it was I had possibly done, and most people probably would have run far, far away. Of course, I didn't.
To anyone familiar with the likes of Henry Pym, you'll know what alias he sometimes is in his free time. Ant-Man. And maybe, just maybe, I had destroyed his lab.
Not something to brag about. I know. But it's not wise to step in a live anthill. Partners in stopping crime or not, Ant Man got his comeuppance.
- your most erratic hero
(Fun Fact: Henry Pym has six aliases, including the Wasp. Not a good idea to take down any wasp nests without back-up.)
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