One morning, we wake up to find an army of ants trooping through our kitchen. One platoon marching all the way around the kitchen ceiling (what they wanted on the ceiling only they know) and another making a bee line (or maybe it was an ant line) for the raisin bran. Jon-Paul tracked this line down and found that another had beat him to it. We then commenced to remove this hunter and attempted to move the hunted out of our house.
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You write of ants and take a picture of a most excellent praying mantis. -an aunt of a different kind.
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