FIRE! (ants)
Will eye's a small mount of dirt from his porch. He sighs glancing down at the bag of grits in his hand. He'd wanted to eat these for breakfast, but he supposes killing off the ants before they spread is more important, especially after recent news. There are at least 5 beds clearly visible in his yard (though if he'd mowed, more might have appeared.) The joys of living in the Southeast.
He pouts as he pours the grits on the mound, before circling it with a ring of grits. He then moves on to the next lump of dirt. He's sure to keep a wary eye out for any motorcycles that decide to ride by his home, glancing toward the street every now and then as he picks his way through the yard.
He pouts as he pours the grits on the mound, before circling it with a ring of grits. He then moves on to the next lump of dirt. He's sure to keep a wary eye out for any motorcycles that decide to ride by his home, glancing toward the street every now and then as he picks his way through the yard.