Ants.

They’re amazing until they’re not.

The not usually happening when they’ve breached the perimeter and discovered that you’re less than careful with how you store your bulk sugar.

Or when they’ve been industrious to the point where they’ve gone condo in your yard and you can’t go out there until you do something about it.

You can’t kick ants, is what I’m saying.

Poison them, drown them, smash them.

Kick them?

Doesn’t work.

Same for habits, the ones I’d like to change.

They got here the same way the anthills did: bit by bit, barely noticeable at first.

And while it’s fairly easy to deal with ants, less so with habits, because I can’t kick those either.

Dismantling their structure, bit by bit, building other bulwarks into my life.