Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Our house is under attack. I think it's of the devil, but God probably knows otherwise. Michelle and I have spent a great deal of time over the past several days dealing with some very unwelcome house guests . . . ants. They've explored our pantry, taken meals of sweetness from our aluminum can recycling collection, and tried at least twice to establish new colonies within the walls of the home - one of which was the water reservoir of our super deluxe
coffee maker. Yep, it's disgusting . . . especially when I just had to ask myself the ugly question - "Exactly how many pots of coffee did I consume under these conditions before discovering the ugly truth?" I'm sure there's some spiritual message to be found in all of this, but after dealing with these ants, I'm not in much of a spiritual mood. And yet I sit here realizing that old King Solomon had a
respect for ants. Hmmmm.
