A full moon ant? Is that the insect that nibbles away the full moon? asked Bertus in the previous comment section, refering to the post's title.
Well, and I promised my next post would give evidence of that - ant or not ant - there is indeed a nibbling creature.
Voilà.
What scares me is the belch that star beast will direct at our planet....
ReplyDeleteSean, I would love to send you photos of my moonlight... delight...
ReplyDeleteI build chairs instead of a real tripod. My uncle who is in his mid 70's ran around trying to accommodate me, trying to stop little children running around in front of the camera so that they do not obstruct the view...
We've been told that our planet is being slowly nibbled away by the hungry human species. And now you're showing me that the same thing is happening to the moon? I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It's frightening. How will we survive the darkness of the night? Maybe you should produce a photo-by-photo documentary a-la-Gore to warn the world. You might then become a Noble person.
ReplyDeleteAnd the king said to the people of his land:
ReplyDeletewe´ll devote ourselves now to the moon
because its shiny body will be eaten soon
by this ferocious terrorist: the full moon ant!
The people said: why do you such message send?
For he who believes such nonsense is a loon,
a bratwurst, a useless dummy or a daft baboon!
And bowing with deep respect, home they went.
The king exclaimed: what can i do with such people?
Wish i could hang them on the highest steeple.
In the mean time the ant ate its belly full
and said: oh man oh man this is extremely cool!
Bertus
Jams,
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, be happy. According to a most trustable source one of her reliable informAnts has told her under the pledge of secrecy a friend of her has been told by a cousin of her mother-in-laws aunt and sub rosa that she definitely heard the the moon-nibbling creature whisper: 'I shall teach Mary. I'll bale Mary out.
Or so.
Nevin,
ha, that's what I call creativity! Did anyone take pictures of your uncle running around? :)
Claude,
fine analogy.
That you do suggest to follow the example of Al Gore, deeply hurts, though. :)
Bertus
Phantastic. Thant you for anticipating that it is not Hannibal who is ante portas.
By the way, if there are not enough steeples.
There's a fine ant(s) rime: Minaret(s).
If the man in the moon is an ant, does that make him Mant??
ReplyDeleteStan,
ReplyDeleteha ha ha ha ha ...
this (comment section) is on the best way to become an anthology. Gigantic.
As long as this post doesn't become ManEating. Don't want to lose you, Sean>
ReplyDeleteClaude,
ReplyDeletedon't worry. What do you get when adding a 't' to Se-an?
As Stan is an anagram of ants, he should know more about it.
ReplyDeleteBertus
It should have been manteater. Sorry!
ReplyDeleteI once tasted ants, they weren't that bad. But tasting an Mant? He doesn't look tasty to me. Looks worse than a Mantis.
ReplyDeleteBertus
I'm anticipating great anthropological disasters for all of us.
ReplyDeleteHope I'm not being a termagant...
ReplyDeleteAs long as we are all pANTing with laughter it´s no problem Claude.
ReplyDeleteBertus
Claude,
ReplyDeleteI knew what you meant.
Bertus,
phew! Now you lifted Stan's incognito. Antually, his blog's name ought to be Santence first.
My! Claude & Bertus,
ReplyDeletethe quantity of your comments (pity the official spelling is not commants) is just too fant ... err ... too fast for this humble matreator of the English language. :)
As long as you can put up with our antics, Seant. I'll be as elegant as possible in my language.
ReplyDeleteClaude,
ReplyDeleteyou can take this for granted.
As long as you don't speak the ants' lantuage.
Je suis reconnaissante. Maintenant je vais toujours porter mes gants a-la-Cyrano pour m'adresser à vous tous. Ceci fut très plaisant. Merci!
ReplyDeleteAh, Claude,
ReplyDeleteSanté! :)
These comments are antastic.
ReplyDeleteAnd we were not antagonistic!
ReplyDeleteDear frants,
ReplyDeleteI had a dream. It granted us - before the full moon has been nibbled away 24 times - sitting together somewhere in Antofagasta, Bantry or Canterbury and spend a great time; Kant and Dante promised to come, too.
A serene Sunday to all of you.
Why not in ANTwerp, where they have Belgian beer in great quANTities; at least enough to see pink elephANTs under a street lANTern when the moon is nibbled away.
ReplyDeleteAs long as it's not in Antartica ou aux Antipodes, I would want to be there. I'm not antisocial. I can't remain distant when the moon is blatantly eaten away. I promise I will not rant. Maybe we could sing an anthem to say AuRevoir?
ReplyDeleteI'll sing an ANTiphon to that, if you wANT.
ReplyDeleteWe're creating an antecedent for Death of the Universe. But let us sing, Bertus. It will be an antidepressant.
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to resent an antipathy for those ants. Couldn't we find an antidote to make the moon resistant? How about using antifreeze?
ReplyDeleteBertus,
ReplyDeleteAntwerp is certainly a jewel. We drinking beer, the ladies visiting de Beer's.
Claude,
your vocabulary reveals your location: Antario.
Seant - Thank you for joining the chant.
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