We had the first rain in a long while yesterday…and it had been too long for me to remember what happens when the first rain comes; how the little red ants (see previous post) look for shelter. And shelter for them equals my blue towel hanging in the bathroom. Their idea of shelter also is not being rubbed against my body early in the morning, and my idea of getting dry usually does not involve ants or their fangs (I am currently unaware what to call ant mandibles, but in my present state ‘fangs’ is all too appropriate). I’m sure if I were to have a room ala Sartre’s No Exit it would involve doing everything normally but in an “ant-covered” theme.