Tell a story about six little bugs. But no... not really. Actually a could. I killed at least six bugs today. And ate them. Okay that last part isn't true. I'm mostly talking about the ants. The ones eating my house. Yeah, they're especially bad around this wing of the place. By the south deck. Now if they lived up to there name as carpenter ants and built little tables and shit that would be cool. But they don't they just eat the place up. Had to replace that south deck last year. because they ate the foundations.

And the war continues. That is contained in this building. To the trenches... where I'll wait. Until... something...

ellipses... are... cool...

Couldn't sleep. Ants crawling in my bed. They attempted to carry me off in the night. Teamwork, plus the ability to lift ten times they're weight almost gave them the advantage. But I still managed to hold my ground. I think they plan on sacrificing me to their insect god. I will post updates on these new developments as they are reported to me from the front lines.

I've been dragged away. Across the fields and hills. And brought to they're giant anthill. They've taken me down into the depths of their dark tunnels and dwellings... their insect metropolis. Doom awaits me there. And they plan on coming for you next, if you aren't careful.

Oops... the ants got me. They've gone and killed me now. In a mad and bloody ritual, significant to there pagan religion. They hunger for blood and war. Anyway... avenge my death. And I'll see you next time on The Anthill Insider.

You know... people just around around anymore. They just don't what to here my insecticide stories. They don't like my mini-bursts of fame to lame... ratios. And graphs... I do love me a good graphs. Keep them coming guys. Seems as if it's all falling into perspective, just as you would expect it would after about three years. But you know... at least I survived the wrath of a million tiny gods.