Pictured, Anisakis simplex, no relation to fairy tale.

I believe I believe when there was a time called once upon a time, a leech looked up to his host and said, "you are very sick, and yet I am still with you, feeding off your blood. Won't you ever get mad?"

The host looked down, perceiving the leech that clung tightly down under, gave it a smile that can only appear on one beyond weariness and care.

There was a moment of meandering silence at the effect of such a contact, but

"Ahm, I see." The leech answered back redundantly, and continued to feed.

Sometime later, when the leech got full it fell off the host and wriggled a bit on the ground. The host, who was sitting still all this while, remained so.

Understanding each other, neither of them spoke anymore.

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Again and again, one ant alone cannot be at fault. The fault represents the whole, and the whole ain't that wholesome. A nest full of problems, problems that require the need of drain cleaner, gasoline and a lit match.

Poison doesn't work as well as they used to. Those ants probably formed some kind of resistance against it a generation or two back, but it probably goes way back from even before then.

I can only watch, unable to do a thing for now. I can't find the nest. These little critters are red and tiny. Gave me quite a sting. Raided the wholemeal bread wholesale. Bread costs 4.50 and a long trip to get.

Disappointed, and it doesn't even have the nerve to talk back to me. Nothing but problems. But of course ants are simple creatures. Swarm behavior and what not.

But how long must I wait?

You can't have ants in your house you know.

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My right leg's been acting up lately. I can feel my kneecap locking up a bit after a walk or two. Must have been the weird weather. But still, it's hard to imagine that a swim injury from years back can lead on to something like this.

The cat that's been sleeping up on the cupboard is growing fat, thanks to the local neighborhood's crazy cat lady. I don't think I like the feel of that. Kept eying us from above whenever we go in and out of the house. Felt as if it wants to pounce up on us from that rickety old cupboard. Normally a Sieg Heil from either me or my brother would scare it off, but I still don't like it. Those mean green eyes that infernal creature has meant business, unfortunately.

High night, I dream, but I dream of knives. Designer knives. How quaint.

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