Every time I sit down to write at my computer, a tiny ant arrives to visit me. I’ve noticed this for a week now. I don’t eat up here, so there’s no food for this ant. And it’s never more than just this one ant.
It’s so strange. It’s whimsical.
I sit down to finish a project with my husband. We’re at the computer, and I say, “Just wait, my ant will come visit me–the single ant.” Sure enough, the ant arrives. I have a witness.
Sometimes I wonder about the natural, created world and the intelligence of insects that we simply cannot fathom.