An ant got into the house today, crawling on the walls, moving in circles in all directions. It seemed panicked. I asked what is wrong, why this agitation. Hesitating, the ant told me that a few days ago, hot chocolate was pouring out on the streets. It sought refuge inside. “Have you ever seen an insect caught into a warm, liquid, viscous, much too sweet drink?” the ant asked me. Then it mumbled odd sounds and began to grow, turning into a woman. She still kept two antennas on the head to feel around with and extra tactile capacities. “I have always liked hot chocolate, but I hate it now”, the ant-woman said.