Summer Invasion

On a rainy summer day, melted cherry popsicle juice puddles on kitchen countertop. The now bare, but somewhat red-stained stick, is a walking bridge from stainless steel sink’s edge to sticky stuff. It’s a veritable picnic spot for sugar thirsty ants. Our kids, unaware of the insect invasion they’ve created, sit on the faux-brick linoleum covered floor playing with colorful legos.

forget dull bread crumbs
summer brings popsicle juice
ants’ debauchery


It’s Haibun Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today, Gina is tending pub and asks us to write about a picnic. Haibun: short prose (cannot be fiction) followed by a haiku. Photo from

20 thoughts on “Summer Invasion

  1. Linda Kruschke April 29, 2019 / 3:57 pm

    I could do without the ant invasion. This was a fun response to the prompt.


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) April 29, 2019 / 4:00 pm

    Oh those ants.. sometimes they come even without such an invitation… the good news is that they disappear when summer gets warmer (at least here)


  3. Jade Li April 29, 2019 / 4:20 pm

    Ants are ok outside, but not friends inside. Sounds like the ants are the ones who enjoyed a picnic.


    • michnavs May 5, 2019 / 1:36 am

      Oh the ants ..they are our concern always outdoor…they raid our foods …and my oh my they cab be very difficult to manage..


  4. Teresa April 29, 2019 / 4:44 pm

    I love the twist you put on the prompt–very original.


  5. Beverly Crawford April 29, 2019 / 4:53 pm

    Not exactly the kind of picnic I had in mind … although the ants sometimes visited our picnics as well! A unique response to the challenge.


  6. Frank Hubeny April 29, 2019 / 5:11 pm

    Nice perspective on popsicle juice as ant’s debauchery.


  7. Glenn Buttkus April 29, 2019 / 5:20 pm

    Those pesky ants–nice take on the prompt. Texas picnics garner fire ants, which are no fun at all.


  8. Charmed Chaos April 29, 2019 / 5:33 pm

    Those sugar ants will find what they want, quick. I wonder if they have a keen sense of smell- LOL.


  9. Kathy Reed April 29, 2019 / 6:18 pm

    Ants, bees, whatever came along were attracted by the food, of course. It wouldn’t be a picnic without them!


  10. Gina April 29, 2019 / 6:49 pm

    oh Lillian! this was just too sweet!! an ant’s picnic, and your kids were the creators of this magical kingdom for the tiny ants, i am in love with this little memory


  11. rothpoetry April 29, 2019 / 7:43 pm

    Eweee…popsicle juice will really bring them in…. Very good haibun!


  12. Grace April 29, 2019 / 9:12 pm

    Don’t want the ants though you painted a delightful summer moment with the kids playing their lego toys. Welcome back Lillian and hope you had a grand time.


  13. maria April 30, 2019 / 1:31 am

    Ants debauchery indeed! Now I remember my recent bout with fire ants. hehe


  14. Nancy Jahnke April 30, 2019 / 6:15 am

    Long for those days again where the innocence of my boys reigns once again. Then, it was a daily blessing (Bane at times) and now an occasional time with grandchildren as I remember their father and my heart swells again with the love I have for them all – cherry popsicles and all… Thanks for the word picture reminders! Love you!!

    Sent from my iPhone



  15. lynn__ April 30, 2019 / 10:49 am

    The perfect picnic for ants…enjoyed your take, Lillian!


  16. merrildsmith April 30, 2019 / 2:27 pm

    A creative response, Lillian! I remember when one daughter had food up in her bedroom that we didn’t know about–until the ants!


  17. Sabio Lantz May 1, 2019 / 10:23 am

    Gotta love them sugar-hungry ants. Nicely captured


  18. kim881 May 2, 2019 / 3:57 am

    A picnic for ants and debauchery! They knew where to come in from the rain, Lill! My husband is a big kid. He leaves stuff on the worktop and then wonders why there are ants all over it.


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