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I’m a grasshopper through and through. However, I certainly don’t expect the ants–or anyone else–to save me when winter comes.
You?
Were you by chance reading John Ringo recently.
Declan
I’m a kind of a granthosser. I can save well for a while, but then get an urge to splurge irresponsibly a bit.
An ant, in a family full of grasshoppers.
Definitely an ant.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
I was a grasshopper for most of my life but I became an ant when I turned 40. That’s when it sunk in that I really was getting older and would have to support myself some day without working. I’m glad that I did because now a decade later I can afford to retire.
I’m a reformed grasshopper, as well. Now I’m the antiest ant you’ll ever meet.
Anthopper. When I make enough money to do things, I prefer to spend most of it and save a little. Life’s no fun if you have to wait until your 65 to start enjoying it.
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I am a grasshopper.
Just in case you missed it before.
Unfortunately, because I didn’t start "ant"ing earlier in life, I won’t be enjoying my money as much as I’ll be using it to survive. We’ll probably maintain our current lifestyle, which is simple but comfortable. There’ll be no lavish trips, but we will also avoid dining in the pet food aisle.
What about us anteaters?
(Sorry. Just watched some “The Ant and the Aardvark” cartoons.
In my first job interview (aged 19) I asked “What is the pension fund like?”
So that makes me an ant. 
Now I’m retired (aged 54) and enjoying the pension. 
Ant.
Who has had to help bail out Grasshopper relatives often enough to be very grumpy about it.
Exactly!
I have never been good with money but somehow have managed to stay solvent and debt-free.
However, nobody ever really taught me to handle money properly. To this day my dad resists talking to me about money, but that’s another issue.
Anyhow, about two months ago my incredibly good-with-money-goddamn-cheap-ass-New-England-Yankee friend offered to help me learn to go cash-only, balance my checkbook, etc. Since I trust the guy with my life I figure I can trust him at least temporarily with my checking account.
So far it’s worked out well. I feel much more informed and, I guess adult. So I’m learning.
But I do miss all that devil-may-care online shoe and handbag shopping debauchery. Gotta give to get, I guess. 
I’m an ant. I only know a couple of grasshoppers and they aren’t people I know well enough for them to come to me for money so I am not worried about having to bail out other people.
Currently an ant. Have been grasshopper-ish in the past. (I wish I had been an ant in my 30s)
Definitely an ant. The sound of grasshoppers pleading for food as they starve to death during winter is music to my ears…
I’m an ant.
But sometimes I buy shoes.
Seriously, I’ve always been careful with money, trying to live beneath my means as much as possible, so that when I do want something nice, and I mean really, really want it, I can afford it without going into debt over it.
That’s how I am. I don’t want for a whole lot, so I’m sure to have a huge cushion to fall back on, and then when those shoes or that throw pillow or that whatever starts screaming out to me, I suffer no guilt if I buy it.
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