Ants, a girl and a dog

We all know that even if we use a normal plastic clip to seal over the neck of a cereal bag, it doesn't prevent ants from invading and stealing our precious cereal grains. It seems airtight enough to keep the cereals fresh and crunchy but I don't know why the ants in my house are very good at squeezing through the clipped opening as if their bodies are about the sizes of air molecules.

While this mystery remained unraveled, we had come up with a simple solution anyone could figure. We are to put the clipped bag of cereals into another container, preferably Tupperware brand due to it being 100% airtight, and then shut the lid tight. That would definitely take care of our problem with those little deviling bastards.

But we forgot about one important thing - limitation of human intelligence. For this latest bag of cereals opened, someone in my family was wise enough to clip the bag and put it in a rectangular container but was too stupidly wise to close the damn lid properly; one side-corner of the cover was left open for ants to build their very own Immigration and Custom Department. They did. And then, when I went down to have some cereals and milk just now in the dark of the night, the most unfortunate thing happened. My eyes missed sight of the little bastards and their activities because of two reasons. One, the ants camouflaged themselves with the common brown yucky wheat flakes of cereals. Two, I was too busy choosing the white yummy sugary pellets to notice. (Of course, the composition of cereal grains always includes a larger degree of yuckies than yummies, otherwise you wouldn't be calling cereals healthy.)

It was only after I poured the milk into my cup (I eat cereals in a cup) and spotted about 10 or so floating six-legged bastards and even unknowingly savoured few mouth spoons of whatever mixture that I realised the ants' bastardise invasion. So then and there, I uttered a profusion of colourful profanities (the word "bastard" being amongst them) as reflex. But that time my mood wasn't very colourful to take in/out all so I cooled down at a rate faster than usual; anyhow dumped my light meal into Goldie's bowl and called it a day and an eighth (time: 3 hours past midnight). At that moment I was just being stoically bored.

And my Goldie was one happy dog.