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"You're being a pill, Harold. I think they're adorable." Martha rested her chin on her hands, watching as a sugar cube migrated across the table.

"They're a nuisance," said Harold. "They've been in the sugar bowl. It's unhygienic."

"Leaving the sugar out attracts the other ants."

The cube tumbled to the ground and began its journey toward the corner, where Martha had set aside several square feet for the ants' use.

"S'pose we oughtta tell someone about this?" asked Harold.

"I don't see that it's anyone else's business."

"Guess not."

They sipped their coffee and watched the sugar-cube pyramid grow.