This morning there was an ant in my bath tub. I turned the water on a little to give him the idea to run out of the way. He didn't. After a couple of warning splashes the dripping water just swallowed him up in one motion and he was trapped inside a big water bubble. He was running around INSIDE the bubble all along the edges of it trying to get out but the surface tension of the dry tub holding the bubble wouldn't let him out. He went all around the edge as fast as he could, but couldn't escape. Feeling humane for a moment, I flicked the water and he went flying onto the shampoo bottle. He was stuck there because the water acted like glue against his antennae, sticking him to the bottle. I watched for a moment but he couldn't escape. So I took my finger and gently wiped him off the bottle onto the sink where he could recover. He dragged his feelers off the wet sink and stood up as tall as he could as if he was waiting for the next wave of water to hit him and engulf him again hoping his he wouldn't submerge. He finally recovered from his exhaustive near-death experience and began to move around. So I took my finger and wiped a circle around him so he would only sense my scent everywhere he tried to walk.
That's how I started my morning. Now does the Clubhouse make sense to you?
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