Sitting on my couch playing Bomber Man III on my freshly modded Xbox I’m blissfully unaware that my world was about to get rocked. Having just come back from work I figured I would unwind a little by blowing things up in a video game. I add the “video game” to the end of that sentence just in case big brother is watching… Anyways, blowing shit up is a nice harmless way to unwind after six and a half to eight hours of dealing with the dregs of society who can’t get their e-mail from Maw and Paw.
After a bit I feel an itch on my arm so I scratch it. Feels like something crunched. Looking down at my arm I see the smeared corpse of an errant ant. Crap. An ant in my room. Oh well. Wait… another itch… ANOTHER ANT! What the hell?!? Standing up I see a couple more on the couch. These bastards are attacking me in my refuge! The nerve! I grab some Kleenex to dispatch of these invaders. As I lift the curtain on the window behind my couch in an effort to determine where they came from I see the wall is covered with them (cue creepy horror flick score).
Backing away in terror (more like annoyance… terror just makes it seem like it was horrifying). I bolt like a fat kid in a candy store. Actually, I bolted like someone going to get Raid because there are ants in his room.
I proceed to douse the wall with Raid. It’s cloying odour causing the unruly invaders to curl up and spasm before being sent off to meet their maker. Have successfully committed anticide I return to my game.
Ants… how dare they do what nature intended in my room?
After a bit I feel an itch on my arm so I scratch it. Feels like something crunched. Looking down at my arm I see the smeared corpse of an errant ant. Crap. An ant in my room. Oh well. Wait… another itch… ANOTHER ANT! What the hell?!? Standing up I see a couple more on the couch. These bastards are attacking me in my refuge! The nerve! I grab some Kleenex to dispatch of these invaders. As I lift the curtain on the window behind my couch in an effort to determine where they came from I see the wall is covered with them (cue creepy horror flick score).
Backing away in terror (more like annoyance… terror just makes it seem like it was horrifying). I bolt like a fat kid in a candy store. Actually, I bolted like someone going to get Raid because there are ants in his room.
I proceed to douse the wall with Raid. It’s cloying odour causing the unruly invaders to curl up and spasm before being sent off to meet their maker. Have successfully committed anticide I return to my game.
Ants… how dare they do what nature intended in my room?
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