So I was asked to share that little ant story.
I gave it some thought and decided to do so. I was fresh out of college and had just moved into my first place, a rental home in Riverside, California with my best friend.
Here goes ...
I had just moved. Tons of boxes were stacked in my room and I just didn’t have the strength to unpack them right then. So I found the box with my carob peanuts in them (my favorite healthy snack back in the 70s and 80s) and pulled it close to me, sat on the floor and turned on the TV. And munched. And munched. 20 minutes later, I noticed my arm completely covered in ants. So was my face. I ran out of that room screaming and found my roommate and she helped clean me up. (Once she stopped laughing.)
Haven’t eaten a carob peanut since. Nor an ant.