Ants in my pants

Now then. Until recently I have regarded ants with huge respect and admiration. This week, however, they have shown themselves up a tad. When digging around in my bag the other day for articles to be laundered, I discovered to my disgust, about a million ants all crawling around in there. Ok, slight exaggeration but there were loads. I wondered at what food scraps or crumbs could possibly have attracted them. There were none. The entire reason for their pilgrimage to the depths of my bag and into my walking boot was a packet of panty liners. They munched right through the wrappers to reach their treasure. What possible nutritional value these could have I simply cannot imagine but there you go. Ants are not so clever after all and I was not impressed. Once upon a time I wanted to become an entomologist when I grew up. That was back in the day when I failed to notice the majority of insects and thought that butterflies were the most wonderful thing on earth. I grew out of that one, just like I grew out of wanting to cut up dead people. We have seen some seriously big insects in the mountains over the last two days. Their singing filled the background, day and night.