I woke with something like (but not quite) a mild night terror two nights ago. It blended somewhat with the bizarre ass dream before it. As a result, I woke and *saw* boingboing’s mascot Jackhammer Jill wielding a chainsaw kneeling on my chest, ready to take my head off. I was, in the manner of night terrors, unable to scream or move.
Luckily for my wife.
It’s been about fifteen years since I wrote a retelling of the ant and grasshopper fable. My ex-wife liked it, but for the opposite reasons than I did. To her, it was a justification morality tale, to me it was a warning.
Army ants will kick your grasshopper butt.