It Smells Like Burning Rubber In Here
There was a great post here, all about ants and something else. It’s gone. Bruce is snoring. It’s 3:00 AM (don’t care what the time stamp says) and I’m making the worst loaf of bread ever. The yeast never frothed the way it normally does, the dough isn’t rising correctly, and I think I burned out the kitchen aid mixer, or at least that’s what I took away from the foul smelling smoke that started wafting out of the engine component (I’ve just finished registering the kitchen aid on line because I might need to return this one). I’m soldiering on with the bread, but I can’t vouch for the outcome of this loaf, I think it’s going to be very dense.
Points that were valid: entomologist should not dump 10 tons of concrete into a colony of millions of ants just to see what the colony looks like; ants are strong and have a crazy metabolic rate; the ants deserve a super power, like the Lasso of Truth; Bruce would not like it if piles of concrete poured down on him at work and he had no way to escape the onslaught.