Yesterday morning as I stumbled downstairs before my 8am Organic Chemistry lecture (yes, a moment of silence for my horrible schedule this quarter would be in order here), I grabbed my huge Price Club sized box of Cheerios from the cupboard and poured myself a big bowl of nourishment with milk partially thanks to Tanya who had bought the milk (thanks Tanya!). I sat at the table, minding my own business and reading "InTouch" magazine (which, coincidentally Tanya also bought, thanks again Tanya!) about the extravagant wedding had by Ryan and Trista ("The Bachelorette" for those of you out of the pop culture loop). After I finished just about the whole bowl, I casually glanced down and was immediately stricken with horror by what I saw. There were ANTS floating in my Cheerios. Lots of them. Some dead and some gasping for life on their tiny makeshift Cheerios life preservers. There was one in particular who seemed to be pleading to be rescued from the milky depths as it flailed its legs wildly. I had eaten ants for breakfast. Lots of ants. Yes, I know, most of you are out there thinking "Well that's one way to get your protein. " Whatever people. YOU are not the one who just ingested an entire colony of DIRTY DIRTY ants. This was even worse than the Chocolate Chip Cookie Incident of '03. (Sorry Dan.) So in the end, all I can say is that unfortunately, through no fault of their own, Cheerios has lost one very loyal customer.
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