the real reason I moved

A few weeks ago, I started noticing little bites on my legs. Actually, they weren't little; they were fairly large. I knew they weren't mosquito bites, and they didn't look like spider bites. I couldn't figure out where they had come from.

First I thought I was bitten while sitting in the park. Then they kept coming, so I thought maybe the couch. Then I thought the bed (bedbugs!). But C wasn't being bitten, and he spent roughly the same amount of time in those places that I did. Since I couldn't figure out how to avoid them, I just ignored them. They weren't too bothersome (except one that was really red) and I had my benadryl and cortisone cream to relieve the itching.

Then I started packing and moved, I didn't get anymore bites and kinda forgot about them. Until yesterday. Yesterday was Cleaning Day, the day we went to our old apartment and made it cleaner than it's ever been in the hopes that we get our deposit back. In the middle, we stopped for a picnic lunch that involved sitting on a blanket in the now completely empty living room. While there, we noticed that there were still little itty bitty ants roaming around. We had noticed them before we left, and we even bought ant traps (which we never set out because there was a chance that the cat would eat them and die) and since we were moving anyway, we just left them.

But then, watching tv last night after our hard days' work, I noticed an itch on my leg. Bug bite! Later, I discovered 2 more. The same questions about the origins of these bites were raised, until C had a brainstorm. What if it was those tiny ants? We researched tiny black ant bites via the i-net but couldn't find anything even remotely useful. But, it was the only explanation that made sense.

Why would they bite me and not Craig? Because ants are crazy. There is even a specie of ant called the "crazy ant." There are also species that use aphids like cattle, breeding, herding, and working them. There are species that sneak into other ant species' nests and replace their eggs with their own, so that the unsuspecting ants raise these new baby ants... until they grow up and eat their foster parents. There are species that are incapable of feeding themselves, so they enslave other species to do it for them. And, apparently there are species that live in apartments in Brooklyn and bite only Your Humble Narrator.

There are no ants in our new apartment, and that's the real reason we moved.