Hey Bloggers,
Don't know if Facebook has officially killed the blog yet, but we High Wall lads certainly havnae been so active o' late. Time to change aw that.
I will kick off wi' this wee tale. Did a bit o' gardenin' the day. I was workin' the hoe aboot a wee rockery when I saw a right fair dose o' ants goin' radge. I eventually lifted up a wee flat slab and saw the entrance to a whoor o' an ant colony. Not only was this the entrance, but also a full on nursery, rammed fu o' eggs of various sizes, wi loads o' tunnels leading of in aw directions. Ants were everywhere, runnin' aboot like mad things.
I found some auld school ant powder in the shed and set tae work. Little did my Formicidae friends know that I was a scholar of the "Alien" trilogy as well as being well versed in the documentaries o' Mr Attenborough. Add in the fact that I had a penchant for killin' beasties dating back tae ma High Wall childhood wi Arkos, and the outlook for Mr Ant wisnae guid.
I gave the eggs a right guid blast o' powder and the ants immediately reacted by takin' the eggs tae "safety" doon intae the bowels o' the nest. A fatal mistake.
Half an hour later and there is nae ant activity. Job done..
Everything I know about gardening, I learned from Lt Ellen Ripley, the Colonial Marines and the beasties of the High Wall.
