Yesterday, Mark and I went to an important meeting of parents regarding our school. It was at someone's house and the room was packed with folding chairs. Everyone was paying close attention to the speaker who was diagonally a few feet away from me (in other words most people in the room were looking in my direction.) I suddenly felt something crawling around on my back- inside my shirt. I tried to gracefully tap at it, I tried to gently shake a bit, I looked behind me to make sure something wasn't simply hanging down and tickling me. My friend behind me smiled- was she doing something? But then it started biting. I was wedged beneath a wall and people surrounding me on the other three sides. In a sudden semi-panic I had to jump up, scramble over Mark and rush to the bathroom. I frantically whipped my button down shirt up over my head and flailed around trying to knock whatever it was off me. I couldn't find it! And there was no mirror in the bathroom! (This seemed somehow cruel to me, because I knew when I whipped off my shirt, my hair got messed up.) Finally, I saw a big red ant crawling on the floor. I quickly dispatched him into the trash can. Then I gracefully reentered the room and sat down- hoping that I had put my shirt back on properly.
