The weather is getting warmer.
Which is great. 'cept for one thing.
The fucking ants are back. Bastards!
I hate the tiny crawling industrious little fucking creatures. I do.
Now the little shaggers can do what the fuck they like OUTSIDE my abode.
Carry leaves forty times their own weight to their colonies of multitudity!(is that a word?)
But stay the fuck out of my kitchen. Please.
Came home from the gig tonight, and obviously someone had made an early start on the easter eggs! Litttle crumbs of the choc of late on the floor.
And the fuckin' ants having thereselves a wild ole time. Bastards.
DEAD bastards now. A size 12 can do great destruction in a very small time.
When it comes to ant killing I am the Michael Flatley of insect demise.
Bastards. Dead litle bastards tho'.