Refugees
In the past 24 hours we have had three ant incursions. They are wearing life preservers and carrying their worldly goods in tiny muddy sacks, suitcases, and wheelbarrows. They have signed a secret pact with the spiders to pass unmolested. The spiders are in full battle gear and staging goose stepping public marches up and down the hall, but it's all just for show.
I hate the smell of Raid in the morning.
I hate the smell of Raid in the morning.