It was a warm day in the flat of the entomologist.
His scientific findings were well-renknowned at the lab he worked at,
and he was widely known for his speciality in Myrmecology.
Downstairs was where he kept his pride and joy, his babies.
A large organised perspex box housed his ant friends,
who had built a wonderful colony
that he would spend so much time talking to,
analysing and recording, much to chagrin of his girlfriend.
She would often return home from shopping,
laden down with bags from various designer stores
which he would ignore, even if the clothes were for him
(which she consistently attempted to do,
in a desperate attempt to 'trendify' him)
so she could finally introduce him to her friends.
One day he left for an 'Entomology UK' conference,
where he was due to give a paper on the colony
he had developed and was so proud of.
His girlfriend had bought him a special shirt for it,
smart and preppy- style, from Tsumori Chisato.
He decided he would wear it, as it had embroidered ants across it,
despite the fact that he didn't agree with designer clothes,
ants were far more important!
She said she would be fine and would look after the ants,
as she would be there all evening as a friend of hers
was in need of TLC,
being sued by her workplace for malpractice
and that they would be 'on the pinio'.
Upon his return the following day,
he strode into the flat which was a scorching oven.
Worried at how hot it was, he leapt downstairs to see his babies.
He stopped in horror to find they had all disappeared bar one.
Frantically he searched high and low for the missing colony.
'How could thousands disappear?', he thought, 'she must be responsible'!
Anger burned inside him like fire
as he overturned boxes and files in his desperate search.
"Look Inside......." a voice said
PreppyMan wears shirt by Tsumori Chisato, trousers by Yohji Yamamoto,
shoes by Maison Martin Margiela, jumper by John Smedley,
vintage sunglasses by Linda Farrow,
vintage 'box of delights' by YSL from Japan
He couldn't work out where the voice was coming from.
Suddenly he realised that the single ant,
(which was different to the others, being a strange black and grey striped one)
was telling him to look inside.....
Look inside what? He thought he was going crazy. An ant couldn't be talking to him!
"look inside.....look inside.....," the ant clicked, "YSL....... YSL..."
He tore towards the vintage YSL box she had given him for his birthday last year.
Upon opening the lid he saw with the horror the bodies of his now-dried out children.
Shutting the box he wept as he thought of how selfish she had been,
getting drunk with her bitch friends whilst they suffered and perished in the heat.
The YSL box began to shake, but he did not notice due to his own shaking with grief at his unfortunate loss... the lid burst open and the ants, now all a strange black and grey stripe, began to swarm out of the box and all over his body, crawling inside him!
The last thing he heard,
as thoughts of order, structure and system organisation took him over,
was the front door go to the house they shared......
"honey - she started - its me! are you back?
we went to find her.......
she was kind of depressed last night.....but she's missing!"
Upon turning the corner she screamed
as the once familiar looking face stood in the hallway to face her, now all sharp lines, and crisply creased trousers....
with his army of hungry friends now swarming towards her
from the golden YSL gift she had bought.
"Feed my pretties....," she heard him say, "remember all in single file now.........."
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