You know you're an ant if:
               
               

The last time your car broke down you carried it back home.

You can't find your way out of your bathtub.

You're starved for female companionship but the only girl in town is the queen.

You bump into a hundred others trying to get into your house.

It's usually dark inside your house.

Those cucumbers that take so long to eat have no other conceivable purpose.

You notice, on occasion, someone smashed flat to the ground for no apparent reason.

Your house looks like a Giza pyramid and you're planning revenge on the architect who put the doorway at the top.

Your house is always full of strangers who ask you, "Hey, how do I get outta here?"

You've been blown off the roof of a skyscraper, landed on your feet and gone off to find an ice-cream cone.