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I peered sidelong into my laptop's keyboard. If I was careless with the mangosteen and papaya in my little tropical island bungalow, the ants were sure to invade-and end up squashed among the keys as I pushed out the morning's emails. I would often end up singing "the ants go marching one by one" while trying to reroute them out the door with sticky trails of decoy papaya juice. ("Hurrah! Hurrah!") This was not a problem I expected to encounter as part of running my scientific editing business. But it was the price-a small one-of my life as a digital nomad.