by Ryan Bendall

Created on: August 28, 2008   Last Updated: September 21, 2008

It was the middle of summer and everything in my garden was looking superb I thought. All that hard work done last year was really paying off now and I looked forward to casually lounging in the midst of all my long spent hours making this place a haven. Feeling rather proud of myself I decided that it wouldn't hurt to take a quick stroll around the garden, rather egotistically may I add, to make sure everything was in order and how it should be. Ah the Gladiolus were out in full colour pointing upwards into the sky, what a brilliant site I thought. The Carnations were there too as I thanked the virgin Mary for producing these flowers that I dearly loved. Everything was perfect I thought, just the way it all should be. I returned inside to fetch a cup of coffee and returned to my Eden with the crossword and a book about birds. I'm going to sit here all day, I thought. I'm not going to move a single muscle until the sun has gone down, and even then I may stay out here for another hour or so. So I sat down on one of my decorative benches and crossed my legs as I began to read the first clue from my puzzle.

"What is the name of a common animal that can be said to chew the cud? (3)"

Well this was simple I thought well obviously its..

"Ants!" I shouted staring past my paper. I threw my puzzle to the floor and rushed over to my roses I had potted at the front of my driveway. Kneeling slowly in front of them I watched as not just one but a whole black mass of ants swarmed around my plants.

"Oh nooo!" I said rushing back to the house, "No no no!" I repeated.

"What are you doing!?" questioned my inquisitive partner, finding me all in a fluster.

"Cant talk, ants!" I said filling a kettle full of water and placing it back on its stand to boil. Ants had always been an enemy of mine from when I was very young you see. They are the embodiment of evil. You kill one and three more seem to take its place. Regimented terror I called them. As the pot of steaming hot water clicked to signify it was ready I picked it up and raced back outside with a gleam in my eye and a view of vengeance on my mind. I turned a few rocks close by and shifted the heavy bedding pots so as to get a better look at their lair.

"There you are!" I laughed with plain disconcert for my enemy and without hesitation I began to pour the hot liquid all over the fleeing inhabitants of the rose bush invasion force. The hot water caved in tunnels and immediately killed off most of the mass leaving the others running

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