I pitched baseballs through a second-floor brownstone window at an array of three basketball hoops, watching as they 'toilet-bowled' around the hoop.
I watched the last ball fall, snatched by a curmudgeonly old queen ant, and taken into her nest, a rusted-out, crushed oil drum.
Hoping to retrieve the ball, I tentatively knocked at the entrance to the queen's abode, but turned away when she gave me no response.
I walked away, taking down a delicate mobile from a ceiling joist as I passed, eventually exiting the giant hardwood-floored gymnasium.
I noticed another identical mobile hanging mistletoe-like in a doorway across the hall so I backtracked to replace the one that I had taken, noticing that the gym floor was now overgrown with plant matter.
