Sitting on the patio of one of our favorite cafes, I ordered a nice, cold, locally brewed beer. The waitress set the glass in front of me, and before I could lift it for a sip, a drone ant kamikazed into it.
My wife leaned over the table, looked at the ant splayed out in the foam, and looked back up at me. “Ambitious,” she said.
“Indeed,” I answered.