Many years
ago my wife and I moved into an abandon farm house buried deep in the Maine woods. We had no electricity, sewerage or running
water. We carried our water from the
stream behind the house, read and studied by oil lamps; with a porta-potty for
my wife and an outhouse I built for me.
Each morning
I would wake up and walk out into the front yard for a morning piss. There were numerous small ant hills around
the yard and it became a routine to select one to relieve myself on. Within a month the ants were gone.
After the
sixth extinction, and as we approach the final nuclear extinction, I believe
the ants, not the cockroaches or rats, will be left as the dominant life form on
this earth.
Therefore,
we should start our battle now.
Piss on ‘em
the Ol’Buzzard
