Jennospot 94 Spring
Spring
will soon be 'ere.
Oi
always know when it's goin' ter be Spring a-cause of the ants. Ev'ry year, jus'
about this time, they start a-wanderin' around in the kitchen lookin fer
somefink ter eat. Oi recken as 'ow they must be newly'atched young'uns because
the old'uns know already that there ain't much ter find in moi kitchen. Still
an' all, they go searchin' around all 'opeful loike, jus' in case somebody 'as
dropped a jammy crumb o' bread or a few grains o' sugar. Wot they loike best is
a bit o' meat, but we don't get much o' that, an' any'ow we always wash up
roight after ev'ry meal, so that don't 'elp the ants too much.
Yeah,
but sometimes we ferget to pick up Cat's dish after 'ee's finished 'is
breakfast or 'is supper, an' then don't the ants 'ave a real treat! Cripes,
they call all their mates ter join in. They come from somewhere by thousands,
an' Cat's dish looks loike somebody 'as sprinkled black pepper all over it only
it's movin' around, an' the pepper ‘as a long black tail 'eadin' back ter the ants'
nest wot Oi can’t never find.
Not
only that, if nobody notices, an' the dish is left out all noight, next
morning, it's so clean yew'd fink it 'ad just come out of the washin' up. But even
though it's so clean we wash it up all the same, ovverwise Cat would probably
be a bit miffed, though yew wouldn't fink it given the mucky ol' stuff loike mice an' crickets wot 'ee catches ter eat
outside…
But
a forgotten Cat's dish aside, loike Oi were a-sayin', there ain't much ter
please the ants inside, so they get the message, an' after a couple o' weeks
they don't come in loike they did at first. Besides, it's getting' warmer
outside, so they don't need ter warm their little feet an' feelers in the
kitchen no more. An' any'ow, there's more ter be found in the garden fer 'em,
wiv much less useless wanderin' around.
Sometoimes
Oi wonder, wiv ants bein' so small an' all, wevver they can't see, or smell, or
taste, single molecules of stuff, wot we can't do, 'cos we're so big.
Any'ow,
Spring ain't far off, an' though Oi don't care overmuch fer ants, specially not
the bitin' kind, Oi'm sorta glad ter see 'em ev'ry year, aren't yew?
Wishin'
yew an 'appy Spring time, wiv luv from Jenno…
