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TW: Insects, panic attacks, body horror I’ve kept ants as pets for the last couple of years. Golden tailed sugar ants (camponotus aeneopilosus), large and black save for the fuzzy golden fur that coats the top of their abdomen in thick stripes. I would sit and watch them for minutes at a time as they went about their business, bringing water and food to their nest. Digging tiny holes into the soil of their formicarium. Occasionally they’d try their hand at escaping. It was easy to let them run onto my hand and tire themselves out before dropping them back into their enclosure. The skittering of tiny legs making little circles around my hand. It barely felt of anything, a whisper of a feeling where their legs connected. So small that it sends your body into a minor confusion, there’s something there but it’s too small to even register completely before it’s gone. A missed connection. This feeling of missed connection, almost like an itch, always feels disorienting or annoying on a