Some silly putty showed up in the bullpen so of course we had to make an Ant. Syd made a great one with actual antennae, and I promptly stabbed it in the heart with some T-pins. Syd camouflaged the stabbing by adding 4 more, to make them legs. Over the course of the afternoon, Blue Ant slowly degenerated into this sad little puddle.
The extra delicious bit is a conversation from a couple weeks ago:
Ant: It's hot in here.
Me: Yeah, do you usually feel hot in the afternoon? Around 4 pm?
Ant: I guess...
Me: Cause that's when we do our daily ritual of burning you in effigy.
Heartsss!
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ReplyDeleteWhy does it gotta be the "heart"? That's a whole lotta anger you're toting around there.
ReplyDeleteHahaha, I thought that 4 PM was when you aimed the beam from the XL magnifying glass at his office. Or was that a secret?
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