I'm sat outside squinting to see my laptop screen in the gorgeous sun, trying to revise for an exam tomorrow in Communications and Networks. It's scarey. It's stuff I should know since I've been interested in it for years and years, but I fear I'll be struggling at half nine in the morning when it starts.
But I'm more interested in ants at the moment. I'm sat under my gazebo at the moment to avoid burning in the midday sun. The ants keep climbing up the gazbo legs, which is about 2.5 to 3 meters high. I feel sorry for them, since I presume they're just trying to find food. I tried telling one of them that there's nothing up there for them but they didn't understand. Poor things.
If anyone speaks Ant or knows how I can leave a sign for them at the base of each leg then I'd be quite grateful. Either that or name a decent AntKill product. They're right pests and we've had problems with them recently. Bast'rds.
Amazing how the smallest of things can be cause for such contemplation,
Like me sitting here pondering how you’ve spelt the word ‘Navigation',
For it seems to me so clear to be a mistake of written letter permutation,
Yet your mind is somewhat strange and full of such wonderful deviation…
by Andrew at 21:33 on 29th May 2004
The ant powder is by the freezer, sprinkle some round the bottom of each leg.