One thing I learned very quickly is that ant farms are boring.  I mean seriously soul devouring boring.  After introducing herself to us, Eileen quickly proceeded to turn away from us and look at that thin tall object I mentioned earlier.  Which from her focus on it and the sound blaring out of the other building near me I realized that our new home was on her computer desk.  

I did finally get to look out the other side into Eillen's room.  At least part of it.  Across a long brown expanse of her rug I could see another massive object that was almost the length of the room.  If I'd been closer to it I probably wouldn't have been able to recognize the shape woven into it but at this distance I could see the wolves on the blue quilt that covered her bed and not far from that what I assumed was an enclosed TV stand although I couldn't see past it's wooden fortification to see what hid within it.  

Once my exploring was done I was left to just ponder our circumstances.  We were in an ant farm and going around I'd found no cracks or openings we could exploit.  Hell there wasn't even anywhere to hide.  If Eileen wanted to watch us, she could do so at any time without us having any privacy.  Which I guess was the point but it was still pissing me off.  

However bad I was taking it though, Eric was taking it far worse.  Joe and I took turns checking on him, but all he would do is stare in the direction of Eileen, his eyes barely blinking as he watched her every movement.  Which of course increased Joe and my fear because it was obvious he was thinking constantly of what she was going to do.  

The answer for that day eventually came to be not much.  Or anything else really.  Eileen played on her computer until she got tired, went over and turned off her light, and we heard the rustle of clothing as she undressed in the darkness and the loud squeak of springs as she climbed into her bed.  

The next few days became a recurring pattern.  Eileen would get up, leave her room and take a bath or a shower, we weren't fully sure which but she always came back in with her hair soaking wet, sometimes she'd look in our prison in the morning, sometimes she'd ignore us completely.  Even if she did look in it would be brief before she got dressed for the day.  This was probably the most interesting part of our normal day.  She clearly didn't consider our attention important and would get undressed or dressed as if there weren't three guys with literally nothing to do sitting on her desk.  

After this Eileen would leave for the day.  She would then be gone for as little as four hours for as long as sixteen.  Since she never talked to us we never knew what she did on any specific day.  When she returned she generally did one of five things.  Either grab a book and lay on her bed reading it.  Come over to the computer desk and play games or chat with friends.  Go to her bed and turn on the TV confirming my guess about the TV stand.  Pull out her cell phone and chat with some friends.  Or turn on some music.  Her tastes seemed to be an eclectic mix of stuff.  Some pop music, some metal, some rock, a few songs in spanish that I had no idea what they were saying, and the occasional song from a musical.  I remember one evening of her playing the entire soundtrack to Wicked.  We quickly learned to take an interest in her music as it was about the only time that she would do something that would give us any sort of distraction from the omnipresent boredom.  

Most days Eileen would come over to our ant farm at least once and drop some random bit of food in.  The time of day and the nature of the food seemed utterly random.  At least once, on that aforementioned day where she was gone almost sixteen hours she didn't drop anything in at all.  I figured it was leftovers from whatever she'd eaten for the specific day and whenever she dropped something in she'd use that time to pull the old food out.  One day was a chunk of steak.  Another was the remnants of a piece of chocolate cake.  Another was part of a salad leaf.  There really was no rhyme or reason to what food she would give us.  

Joe unintentionally gave us a lesson on our situation one day when he tried to escape.  Specifically after Eileen gave us the bit of salad leaf.  While it was only a bit by her standards, even after eating it it was a giant covering from ours.  Joe deliberately made small holes in it and wrapped his arms through it, clearly hoping that she would take him along with the leaf at the next food switch.  

Honestly it was a pretty dumb idea.  I'm glad he tried it and not me.  The next day Eileen did indeed come bearing our meal for the day, this time a circular piece of banana like you'd drop in your cereal.  After putting it into the formicarium, one of her massive brown orbs fixated on me.  As her right hand reached down into our prison and her fingers wrapped around the piece of greenery, already wilting somewhat in the warmth of our home she raised it into the sky a small grin on her face.   She knew.  Oh shit, she knew exactly where he was!  I watched her look up and couldn't help but keep looking as she raised the leaf above her head.  Her mouth opened wide and I watched as she proceeded to shake the leaf.  A tiny form came falling out and down between those bright red lips.  I watched as her mouth closed and heard a horrified gasp behind me as I saw Eileen walk away from us and over to her bed, pulling out a book to read.

"She ate him.  She fucking ate him!"  Eric's voice cracked as he had a full break down.  I hugged him close and realized my eyes were tearing up too.  I mean, yeah we had been jerks.  But to consume someone?  Over this?  What the actual fuck?!  We just sat there watching as Eileen just casually perused her book, as if it was a completely normal day.   She didn't look over at us even once.  

A few hours later Eileen came over to our home and looked down at Eric and I, smiling brightly.  "I seem to have leftovers.  Here, I'll share them with you."  Eric and I stared in horror at her.  She hadn't left the room since eating Joe.  Was she really going to drop part of him onto us as food?  Was she that depraved?  Her face descended down over us and a monstrous red creature rolled out of her mouth.  The titanic tongue shook a bit and we watched as something fell from it.  

Looking closely we realized it was moving slightly.  Had she really?  My mind didn't work straight as I ran over and saw Joe coughing and sputtering.  Looking up, I saw Eileen smiling brightly down upon us like she hadn't spent the last few hours with Joe trapped in her mouth.  Still considering the alternative I couldn't help but sigh in relief.   As we tried our best to get the saliva off of him, the sound of Eileen moving away followed by the light turning off informed us that tonight's entertainment was over.  The question we now faced was what could we do next?