The baby blue noon sky lights up every inch of the yard. An open patch of dirt in the middle of the grass. My legs shuffled underneath me, my hand bracing against the coarse fibers of the lawn, speckled pebbles and dirt. Directly beneath me is an anthill. Getting as close as I can my eyes are only a few inches away. I smell the heat radiating off of the ground like the tangy air the radiates from an electric blanket. The anthill becomes a towering pyramid. The pharaoh ant commands the others “faster you dogs, the queen is waiting!” Huge boulders stacked upon one another with mathematical precision. Angular red monsters working in highly coordinated efforts, transporting with utter efficiency almost hovering above the ground, tickling each others faces to pass on messages. I can hear the faintest scuttling and tapping of feet, like a tiny office of elves punching away keys on typewriters. Little dollops of residual peanut butter an jelly are stuck to my teeth, sweet pockets of flavor for my show. I hover over, an unimaginable god to them, what would they think of this god if they became aware of me and my peanut butter and jelly teeth?