I ordered some ants from a company in Utah for my daughters Birthday present ant farm. They arrived dead. Nobody gave them the "Arrive Alive" memo. Dead like my microwave. Dead like my garage door. Dead like my car.
I'm starting to get supersticious
3 comments:
Maybe they heard through the ant grapevine that you can't order take out where you live so they all committed suicide.
I'm so glad I didn't give you Pinky! ha ha
Julie: That's morbid.
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