The wood ants (I couldn't think of a better English equivalent for katta erumbu) are causing some trouble at home. The ground floor basically. They have made apartment complexes insidethe door frame of one of the bathrooms.
So my mother ordered me to patch up the opening with cement and mud. This is the first time that I am doing such things. And for a first timer, the results were pretty decent. There were two spots to patch up and I did both.
I felt happy that I had done a good job of patching up the entrances. So I promptly took the first picture of one of the patches.
My mom was all gaga over what a natural talent I possess and how helpful I am and all that ok. 99% of it was simply to pacify me and I am well aware of it.
But anyways, I went to check up the place after an hour. And what did I see - the second picture. The first patch looked hale and healthy.
But in the the second patch, I think there must have been some mother ant that ordered its son ant to go and make a hole in the new patch and this son ant duly compiled to her orders. Any resemblance to the actions of any other mother and son in this posting is unintentional.
And so my plans to have masonry as my backup profession have now been put in the backburner along with car driver, kuppai porukkar, departmental store salesperson, tea shop owner, photocopy shop owner etc.
2 comments:
Why don't you try mixing some ant killer with the cement? That way the ant son will try to chew through and die a horrible death and the ant mother will be shaken with remorse for the rest of her ant life, for it would be she that had sent her son to his cruel death. Again, any resemblance to the actions of any other mother and son in this posting is unintentional.
No. According to Indian movies, if the son dies (killed that is), then the mother will take revenge at least in the next birth. and there will also have to be some family song and i would rather avoid the whole thing.
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