Hardcore Ants

Cellspace on the move

Day 1

It was about half past seven when I arrived at Cellspace. The Home base was filled with boxes, tape, and a faint smell of old, wet dogs.

Somehow it always seems sad to see a whole life packed into cardboard boxes. But the treasures you'll find! Things you thought you'd lost, things you didn't know you had and stuff that makes you wonder who had bought it, when and for what purpose.



We worked like the A-team, only better and nobody seemed to mind. That is, except for Sloerie, the old bitch who was producing her own soundbed of mournful noises. Now and then, when spoken to, she'd wag her tail against the couch or floorboards – whack, whack, whack, never forgetting to make sure everybody knew how she felt about the whole thing.



Although we will miss this place, we're already making plans for our next location, which will be much better and for what it's worth, much bigger. But Sloerie doesn't care, she feels that something big is gonna happen and at her age that's not so exciting anymore. She will miss her trees, all her special places and the smell of the old house (mainly her own smell…). It tires her to think of all the new special places she has to discover.

to be continued…