SH is in Indiana for his high-school friend Doug's annual party. I've been a couple of times, but as he and Doug have known each other for over 30 years, I am a bit of a third wheel. This is a nice chance for him to hang out with an old friend and not have to worry about entertaining me.
In the meantime, I am declaring war. Ants have invaded my vegetable garden. I wouldn't mind them if they would leave me alone, but they have started it. So really, they declared war and I am defending myself. Is it unreasonable for me to expect to be able to walk unmolested in my own garden, the one I dug up last year, 12 x 19' of good grass* converted by hand into dirt mixed with sand, peat moss, and manure?
I don't think so.
Property rights are important. These little Kelo jerks are getting in my way, swarming and biting every time I put foot inside the boundaries of the rabbit fence.**
There are home remedies - instant grits, sugar mixed with borax - but I am going straight to poison. They bring a knife, I bring a gun. I don't care about being Responsible. I just want them dead.
* The bad grass is in the front yard where everyone can see it.
** Speaking of obnoxious beasts that should be shot on sight.