I was woken up by a goat this morning. It's lost is baby and has been wandering round the neighbourhood all morning trying to find it. I think I would have felt more compassion had it come a bit later in the day.
This morning I wanted to sit outside to study but I couldn't because it was too hot. But I did find an injured ant which was good because it meant I could take a photo of it. The ants themselves are about the size of a small dog. Normally they are really fast and angry and aggressive, but this one was afflicted so I saw my chance and took it. I also prodded it with a biro for a while to get my own back. Because friends and countrymen, I think this is what has been attacking me. My arms, feet and legs are covered in bites, some the size of footballs, and they are itchy. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't eat. Well, that last bits not true, but the other two are. I think they're driver ants and I don't like them. And, they're not deterred by my £8 a tiny bottle of tropical strength, wipes out small villages Jungle Formula. If anyone has any ideas as to how to beat them, please let me know.
Oh, the poor goat is still here! Is half twelve and its still looking for its baby. Its just bleeting like its hearts been ripped out. It sounds so distressed. I don't know how much more of this I can take!
This morning I wanted to sit outside to study but I couldn't because it was too hot. But I did find an injured ant which was good because it meant I could take a photo of it. The ants themselves are about the size of a small dog. Normally they are really fast and angry and aggressive, but this one was afflicted so I saw my chance and took it. I also prodded it with a biro for a while to get my own back. Because friends and countrymen, I think this is what has been attacking me. My arms, feet and legs are covered in bites, some the size of footballs, and they are itchy. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't eat. Well, that last bits not true, but the other two are. I think they're driver ants and I don't like them. And, they're not deterred by my £8 a tiny bottle of tropical strength, wipes out small villages Jungle Formula. If anyone has any ideas as to how to beat them, please let me know.
Oh, the poor goat is still here! Is half twelve and its still looking for its baby. Its just bleeting like its hearts been ripped out. It sounds so distressed. I don't know how much more of this I can take!
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