Well I was at peace with my surroundings.
The ants ....I've angered them by shooting so many of their brethren.
I heard this loud,low frequncy rumbling coming from the back yard.Went to the window and saw someone had taken a 50 caliber cannon off an Army gun ship and mounted it on skids.
Not our Skids...the kind one would mount a 50 caliber cannon onto after taking it off an Army gun ship.
There was a harness on the skid and the harness led to a massive horizontal pyramid of black ..crawling through the grass.
They were ants.
Those little fucl<ers are really,really strong.
I rushed and fetched a grenade,my .44 Magnum handgun and my specially made NAPALM flame thrower.
I knelt under and to the side of the window. ....broke out the glasss with the butt of my .44 and yelled..''Hey.You fucl<in' ants ain't gettin' me.Stop before I shoot."
They didn't.
I fired two rounds at their feet and excalimed..''I ain't gonna miss the next time."
They still didn't. I wasn't in the mood for games.....so I yanked out the grenade pin with my teeth...counted to 2 and a half and then flung the grenade right at the pyramid's center.
The explosive charge blew away half the pyramid.
They stopped.
But they were very close.Black things started running up the skids to get to the 50 caliber gun.They were very fast.
They could blow this house away and me with it if I allowed them to open fire.
Play time was over.
I screamed..''FLAME ON!!''....and let go with a long steady stream of NAPALM.
A little too long.
There wasn't anything that was not on fire. The gun,the skids, the ants, the grass, the trees, the house about 300 feet to my rear, several birds, many squirrels.
Too bad...way it goes.
The entire area reeked of gasoline.
It would take a lot of Mountain Fresh Scented LySol to cover up this stench.
But that's what happens when ants think they can take over .
That's why I shot them in the first place.
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