En route to the pediatrician for an annual check-up, Z. asks me, "Does everyone have to go to the doctor?"
Me: "Yes."
Z.: "Even grown ups?"
Me: "Of course. Even grown-ups."
Z.: "Even ants?"
Me: "What an excellent question. If they do go the doctor, they probably keep it within the species, you know? Not unlike our society, they can't all be manual laborers. It stands to reason that some of them must go to medical school....."
As usual, I was talking out my a**. I thought we should consult an expert. I don't actually have access to an entomologist, but since we were already en route to the doctor, perhaps he'd know if other species have also been known to produce overachieving type-A personalities who are determined to drive fancy imported automobiles and shop at Neiman Marcus.
When Z.'s check-up was underway, I say to the doc: "My little friend over there was wondering if ants have to go to the doctor, too?"
He rolls his eyes, then looks at Z. and, without missing a beat, he says, "They go to therapists. What, you've never seen the movie 'ANTZ'?"
It's L.A.. We're all a little bit showbiz-obsessed.
