. . . maybe I could be an inventor.
They say that all good inventions fill a need and solve a problem.
Need: I need brownies in my belly.
Problem: Ants! They want to get into my brownies.
Ants are by far the largest minority group in Costa Rica. They're everywhere. They're not big ants that you can kill with traps. They're tiny little guys. When we first got here and stayed with a host family, we were surprised by how many ants were always crawling around. Now, we realize that you can't really avoid them. We just do what we can to keep them from taking over.
Anyway, I didn't want them getting into the brownies, so I invented this:
It's called the . . . uh . . . Ant . . . Keeperawayer. You may not be able to see it, but the bottom pan is half full of water. So, if an ant wants to get to my brownies, he has to swim a great distance. Then if by some chance he survives the swim, he has to climb a long way upside down. So far, no ants in the brownies.
Don't worry, I'll try not to let the glory of winning a Nobel Prize go to my head.