Ants VS Missionaries

10-30-12

“Hey guys!” Tyler yelled in the direction of our cabin. “You want to see these ants on fire?”

Ants? It took me a minute to register. But it finally clicked: A few days ago, when they cut down a broken tree, ants started marching out of the tree and all along the path. They are pretty big, and they have the annoying (and sometimes painful) habit of climbing up pants’ legs and clamping down their jaws.

Anyways, Tyler and Antony were standing on the edge of the path, dumping gasoline all over the trail of ants.

“Stand at least 20 yards away from the gas and fire!” my dad shouted as Abigail and Elijah ran outside.

“Should I even get up?” I asked nobody in particular.

“Yeah, you should probably check it out. What if they blow something up?” I answered myself.

So, there we were, looking at an angry mob of ants and Tyler.

“Ready?” Tyler asked.

Whoosh! The gas caught on fire. So did the gas-drenched insects. And it came within half an inch of Tyler’s foot. If you don’t know me really well, or this is the first of my blogs you’ve read, maybe you’re thinking I would have screamed with terror, or prayed, or have thrown water in Tyler’s direction. But, if you are unfortunate enough to know me, or if you have read some of my blogs, you might guess that I stood in my front yard laughing. And that’s exactly what I did. I laughed my head off.

After he did a little dance to insure that he was flaming-ant free, Tyler happily shared his success with everyone on school campus.

Sadly, ants still cover the path, although they might have decreased by about 5% in that spot. Well, maybe 4%.

So All May Know,

Madeline Studebaker