Nobody actually knows when the Anteater first began its journey down the walk of its cuisine. Everyone, who has ever been plagued by ants, has always voiced their disdain and annoyance. So whenever anyone mentions the thought of eating ants, or even the indifference of having eaten ants, most people would react in a horrified manner.

Yet, for the Anteater, none of this mattered. It was finally home from a tiring day going about its business. All it wanted to do was curl up in its lair and rest its mind. The only way it knew how to do this, though, was through reading. Oh, not many people knew that an Anteater could read! Then again, how many of us have ever thought to ask the Anteater if it could read? If we had ever had the presence of mind to ask, it would surely say 'Yes!'.

So the Anteater lay down in its favourite patch and read its current reading material. While it read, the Anteater decided to dip its claws into its trove of goodies. It was smug and enjoying all the good things of the day. After a long, grueling day at the grindstone, earning its keep, the Anteater felt it deserved this downtime.

So the Anteater ate as it read, decidedly content and refusing to even entertain the thought of stopping or moving to do anything else. Once in awhile the Anteater noticed a smell. It was a hint but enough to be noticed. It was the smell of those tiny ants that bite and leave a mark. Those same ants were also known to smell bad. But the Anteater thought it was from its treasure trove of goodies.

Until it felt a little bite on its claw. Instinctively, the Anteater sat up and swiped at its claw. Frowning in displeasure, it looked into its bag of goodies and saw ants crawling in the bag. Then it realised one thing. All this while, it thought that the goodies smelled of ants. As it turned out, it really WAS eating ants!

And you know what makes it worst?

The Anteater was ME!