AoA

Never had he heard of such a thing there... This was supposed to be the most advanced domiciles on this planet!

The early morning light greeted his eyes with a wide view of his untidy room. He groped around for his precious (read MAC) and lay there lazily. There was the silent humming of a few random songs and some memories of the night's nightmares... Finally, as if to respect the sun's presence, he rose from the bed!

Graciously he walked, down the stairs to the kitchen. There lay his favorite cup from his lab, neatly washed and dried - just the previous night. Out he poured the week old milk into it, barely giving the expiry date a thought! Though the cup filled, his consciousness barely rose. Out came a couple of spoons of Folgers into the cup and then came the sugar. He noticed something amazing in that. Was he dreaming? Or......

Tiny black spots were pouring into his spoon amidst the pure white sugar. His first thought was, "aaargh... must be sugar from the ration..." Adulteration of food was not uncommon to him. But now he was in US of A! That sudden realization woke up his senses a bit more. But his body warmed up to more than the room temperature when he realized the "contamination(s)" were moving around!

He looked at the sugar box... The contaminations were running around the opening as if there was a stampede.. He quickly retracted the box from its position and took it near the kitchen sink. He knew what they were and knew what he had to do. But unfortunately none of those methods could be put to use here... There is no concept of "warming in the sunshine" or using "turmeric"..

But he was witty! He had the right sized boxes lying somewhere with some useless items in them. He quickly emptied them into the trash and washed and dried them. He was fleet footed but he was no match to the marching contaminations! They were spreading out far and wide -heading out in all directions. He had eradicate them, if he could not contain them. With a sudden plunge, he swept all of them into a plastic bag without caring for their lives. He did not want to cause them harm, but he had bigger concerns! What if they spread to the entire kitchen?!.... He disposed the plastic bag quickly and was pleased to see the opposition army greatly weakened. With a little more time now on hand, he slowly emptied the sugar box into one of the air-tight boxes. He watched in agony as a few dead soldiers of the enemy camp fell into the new box. He occasionally stopped to remove them so that they could be given a fitting adieu! He then gave an extra layer of protection by packing the entire sugar box in a plastic bag.

Then with the finesse of a veteran, he cleared the battlefield and the cardboard platform where the enemy camp had taken refuge... He was feeling the fatigue after the endeavor. After all, killing is no mean job, even for the tough-hearted! He was but a loving person....

But then suddenly he observed that a few of them had attacked the crispy and crunchy rusk packet, which was but a few inches away from the sugar box!! Regaining all the zeal and intent to win, he repeated his heroic act and isolated the rusks in a plastic, air-sealed castle! Content with his exploits, he then completed his job of preparing the cup of coffee. He walked back to his room gifting himself a fresh aroma of coffee. He was pleased as punch. Saving the day from the hands of the mighty Ants of America (AoA) is no mean act after all!