Synchronicity

Michael has nothing against ants per se but this morning he'd needed to destroy a huge nest in his garden. A kettleful of boiling water had worked great.

Now he's relaxing on a bench in a crowded park. It's a beautiful afternoon and nobody pays him any attention. That is until he screams at the first, isolated burning bite, and people see the grass-hidden swarm suddenly surge forwards. Upwards. Climbing over each other. His legs, groin and chest are covered in seconds as the ants race toward Michael's mouth. Pouring in and down their next bites come as one.