I forgot I existed for a solid couple of weeks
This story recently got brought up to me:
Spring/Summer of 2020 (actually might've been Fall of 2021)
To set the image, it's after school and children are leaving. The stairwell is filled with people when out of the blue, a group of teenage girls yell in disgust outside of the exit. The disgust is directed towards a large insect known as Camponotus pennsylvanicus. However, I was at the bottom of the stairs talking to friends, but the yell managed to travel it's way down. Obviously, yelling teenage girls mean one of two things; a boy, or alternatively, and oversized bug that's decently the size of a thumb. Actually, I take that back, I know nothing about women.
Anyways.
Me, using my absolute amazing social skills, explain to the crowd of ever growing 学生 (I've been studying) about the evolution of ants, and how they're amazing creatures. Sike, I can't talk! So, ooga booga, caveman brain idea, I don't need to talk to them, I just need to run there and scoop the queen in a medicine bottle. Like an absolute master of disguise, I run up next to the stairs so I can catch the queen with a clean getaway. Pulling my dRuG bottle out as one would with a pokeball, I quickly open it up and scoop it in within milliseconds. Just kidding, it took, like, four attempts until it actually went it. Then I ran down and walked home.
The two best parts about it?
1. The queen died.
2. My friend brought it up to me today, for he was supposedly a bystander in all of this.
I've also been practicing my ability to convey a story in an interesting way, if you couldn't tell.