All right, this is one of those occasions when you redeem an ill-considered act.
Years ago, one of my mentors advised me to work with St. Peter/Papa Legba for money luck, because he’s an obstacle-breaker. It’s those keys of heaven, don’tchaknow.
So I promised him candy as well as his weekly rum, but only if I earned a specified amount during the previous week. Well, he earned some candy a little while ago, so I placed a dish of jellybeans on his altar.
An open dish of jellybeans. You see where this is going, don’t you?
Now, I have not had ants in my house since we planted our garden last year. But come on, jellybeans! Out in the open! So, yeah, last night I discovered their discovery.
So I took the little saucer out to the garden. And on the way, I remembered Miss Cat teaching us that a business card smeared with honey and left on an anthill is a good old way to spread news of your business far and wide; because all the ants in the world keep in touch with each other.
And that’s why there’s a business card in a dish of jellybeans in my garden.