Slowly, and almost invisibly, they began their assault. First two – then a third and a fourth – I easily dispatched them and whisked the poor souls along the expressway to their afterlives.
And it was done…
…or so I thought. Only moments later, I was embroiled in a full scale invasion!
They were everywhere! Mouth agape, I watched in horror as they marched forward, attacking from points I would only have imagined they’d have found. As the battlefield grew black…and blacker…and blacker, I realized a physical fight would leave me vanquished. So I scoured my meager resources, set traps to slow the onslaught – and retreated.
As morning dawned, I carefully – and oh, so stealthily – approached so as to not alert them to my return.
But they were gone. Only remaining were those who’d drowned lapping up the sugary concoction – laced with Borax – with which I’d merely hoped to slow their onslaught until I could call an exterminator.
I am woman; hear me roar!
Ants fear me!
And I’m kicking me some spider ass next!
Who the hell needs a man?