Ants and Yellowjackets Richard Mirabella
One day, in my youth, I found an ice cream cone on the street, and
despite it being covered in ants and yellowjackets, I ate it. When I told my
mother this, she brought me to the ant hill and made me apologize. The ants,
all soldiers, would not accept my apology. What I'd done would only be
punishable by death. My mother, not expecting this outcome, panicked and hid
me in the attic of our house, where I discovered the yellowjacket nest. The
yellowjackets, to my surprise, struck a deal. I would be allowed to live if
I could name the entire colony. Yellowjackets can't be fully content unless
they're named by an enemy. It took me a month to name the 5000, but I
managed it. At the end, my mouth was swollen from speaking names. Now, I
avoid ants at all costs. When I'm stung by a yellowjacket, I wonder if it's
one of my children making me cry. Are you Joan, are you Henry, are you
Joseph, are you Amadou, are you Cayetano, are you Morgan? >>>NEXT >>>
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