Oh hey, it's your grandma's new boyfriend who just wants to show you some magic tricks.

Allie Ward, back with another episode of Apologies.

So it's Tuesday, man. Let's learn about some ants. They're tiny, they're mighty, they're harmless.

Sometimes not. And they're more organized than all of the clowns on your slack thread.

But you know what? Maybe you don't want to see thousands of tiny ladies having an all-night

rave in your cereal pantry. But to quote common parlance, can a bitch live?

Let's learn about these little creatures. And more importantly, let's suck some self-help and

organizational strategies out of them with a mirror-collegist, which is a word you only know about

if you're a mirror-collegist. But first, pre-usual, you know the drill. I say thank you to people who

let me keep the podcast going all the patrons at patreon.com slash allergies who pay a buck or more

a month. All the folks who put allergies merch.com things on their bodies, including a ton of

very dare I say delicious fall designs like vintage-y looking college sweatshirts and bird print

mugs and train shirts, brand new enamel pins for epidemiology. And as always, thank you to the folks

who say, you know what? This pot is worth mashing the star button on the iTunes app. And maybe

leaving a review for dadward to creep in the night when she feels loansome and then read aloud to

you to prove that I read them. So this week's fresh review is in from someone calling themselves

don't know yet. They say my only problem with this podcast is that every episode makes we want to go

do all of the things. And I don't have time in my day to do all of it. Like hike the railroad lines,

scale of alcano, conserve the ocean, redefine beauty standards. Ah, I freaking love this podcast,

have shared it with everyone I know. Currently writing this in myology's shirt, that is all.

Don't know yet. One thing I know you seem cool. Thanks for listening. Thank you for the reviews.

Dadward loved it. Okay, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr, mythology. I said that all strung out like a line of

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