I am sorry to disappoint you, but if you came for a beautiful very descriptive blog about my holiday so far, then you're on the wrong blog. (But don't worry I will do a holiday post at the end of my holiday.) Today I am going to write about a very special friend I made the other day. His name is Carl.
Sorry to disappoint you agin, but if you think carl is a hot tall man with a 6-pack and beach blond wavy hair that I had a summer fling with, then you are also on the wrong blog. And also, why would you even think that? Why on earth would i be that lucky? (*mutters under breath* Idiots) Now, this is going to sound weird, but Carl is an.......ant. Now don't judge! He is a very cool ant, so its ok. I decided to write this to dedicate it to him, since I had to pat with him in Florence.
We first met by me seeing him crawling up the leg of the table we were on in the restaurant. Thats how got his name. I thought of crawl, and so it sounded like Carl. (I was going to call him Smurf because i though of sfant, which stands for small friendly ant, but it was too hard to pronounce so i thought of Smurf. But yeah, that didn't stick.) I was eating my spaghetti carbonara (which was really good by the way), and when saw him I was about to brush him off (*gasp*), but I realised he seemed really friendly. So i stuck my finger out and he crawled straight on. I then tried to put him on my spaghetti, as I had had enough. But he was not having ANY of it. He was like "Ugh s'cuse me! I ain't eating any of that. Nu-uh." So i proceeded to eat a little more spaghetti with one hand, and Carl crawling about on the other.
Once my dinner had been taken away, I played with Carl. He went from one hand to the other, and even on my Fitbit. Then the piano started playing 'Can't help falling in love with you' by Elvis Presley. So I sung it to Carl. Great song by the way Elvis, good job.
Then we had pudding. I had one of those chocolate ball things that melt when you pour sauce on it. On the side they had rock sugar, and I put some on my hand and Carl ate it. I think he really enjoyed it. (Fat ant.)
Then it came to the end of dinner. By this time my parents had found out about Carl. (My dad threatened to kill him, meanie.) So my parents wouldn't let me taken him upstairs (*sniff*). So, with a heavy heart, I wished Carl a good and safe life, and gently put him in the nearest plant. I'm sure it will be a nice new home for him.
I'm really sorry I was going to put other images on but the wifi at my hotel is really bad, and I have already taken long enough to do this blog. I will hopefully upload them later.
p.s This blog was mainly for entertainment. Carl does exist but I don't actually have a crush on him or really really really miss him. XD
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