The first time A. unearthed the queen, the worker ants scrambled madly about in all directions, desperate to find her. When they did, they picked her up and quickly put her back into her throne. I feel that must be a metaphor for something, but I don't know what.

The Wal Mart, as far as I'm concerned, if I'm within a 25-mile radius, is far too close. My God, what a freak show that place is.