Author's note: The term bachack (say ba-chack) is used in Trinidad and Tobago to describe any of the larger species of ants… Larger than the smaller ones that is…. Ask someone from here, they'll explain it better… or, at least, just as well.
To say that the life of a bachack is a hard one would be putting it mildly; burden

some would better describe the trials that this unsung hero must undergo on a daily basis. Seriously, how many times have you stopped to think about just what that little bachack has been through before you step on her and squash her bloodless little body to a paste? Well here I take my cap off to that ugly

little creature, the bachack.

Ahh, you might think, here I am ready to chide your disregard for the impenitent insect, yet I call the creature ugly. I said I was going to take my cap off to the thing, I didn't say I was going to lie about it. And it's true, if you looked like a bachack (something that isn't very hard to imagine) surely you'd think twice about going in to public places, lest you be charged with the voluntary scaryfication of the general public.
Anyways… just let us imagine, from a layman's point of view, what the hardships of that ignomious insect would entail. First of all, you never sleep; and how could you? With all those eyeballs, you'd never be able to shut all of them at the same time. Don't take it all the wrong way though, some humans are at a disadvantage for not having more than two eyeballs. Their occupations (minding other people's business or maccoing ..say mack-o-ing…) would be all the more fruitful if they did. People that fall victim to such people would also be better off, since it would be more likely to hit them in at least two of their eyeballs with any one stone. Some might think that no sleep would automatically mean an active sex life... To that I say, nay! There are very few men to be had in any Bachackian Kingdom, and as luck would have it, the moment they are born, they dry up and fly away. And even if there was more than man:
1. with your looks and six thousand sisters running around; you wouldn't stand a chance and
2. even if he was drugged and did choose you, nothing would happen because he would have a headache… remember? He never got any sleep either

So cross that out. (Besides male bachacks aren't equipped with the body parts necessary for a fun sex life anyhow)

So, you can't sleep, you don't have a boyfriend, nor do you have a social life

(bachacks are not into the lesbo thing… that's a phenomenon almost entirely restricted to the human race) you're one of the oldest in the family yet you still live with your mother and six thousand sisters… Way to go Jane!!! So what do you do? You work… for your mother, to feed the thousands of new sisters that she keeps making every day… Family

planning, another human phenomenon. All those who would now opt to walk into the spider's web say "click"… Those who wish to go on, say "click"… Bachacks can't speak, so there!!!

You're discontent and you can't even express yourself!

Okay, there you are, a disgruntled bachack… Nobody played with you when you were in your maggot (maggot - the bachackian term for youth) and the mould that you ate represented your closest friends… truly tragic to say the least. Mommy bachack never had time for you since if she wasn't making sisters, she clicked about being knocked up by one of her many friends… friends that wanted nothing more than to knock her up and eat… heck! You didn't even know which one of them was your father! And the transition from maggot to bachack was no joyride either. You emerged, and before you were able to reflect on your recent maggot, you were whisked away by

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