It nervously backtracked, desperately scaling every inch of glass but finding no way out.
Helpless, confused, trapped, alone.
I could very much relate to that.
While getting ready for work this morning, I saw a flying ant stuck in between the front room windows. It must've gotten in the house, flew to the screens, and wandered deep up the window frame.
I could've easily just let it die and I did not want to miss my train for an ant. An ant of all things!
But as I watched it flounder, not knowing which way to go, I saw myself in its plight.
So I removed my many houseplants from the windowsill, carefully slid off the screen, and proceeded taking out the storm windows one by one, making a big enough gap for the flying ant to escape.
Who knows what will happen to that ant after gaining freedom, flying from the windows toward the backyard, but at least I gave it a chance.
Now if only someone would take a chance on me.....