I guess the saying" Once bitten twice shy" doesn't apply to me. Yes those pesky ants got me again! How did it happen? I was out on one of my early morning walks when I sensed them near, in the direction of a bin. But Daddy wanted to go to the bin to dispose of something. I didn't want to go but followed anyway after much persuasion. Thinking back, I could have kicked myself for that moment of stupidity. I went and stuck my nose right into a corner where the ants were. You can guess the rest. I dashed for home once again to get help. Into the washroom I headed, where I vigourously brushed my face from side to side against the piece of newspaper laid out for my usual business. It was no help. Those ants were certainty enjoying themselves on my face!! Mummy was my Saviour while Daddy assisted. She knew better from experience this time and set to work getting my tub of dettol. However, the ants clung on tight and she couldn't find them. Thank God for her wits. She got my comb and brushed my fur. She and Daddy gasped when they saw the amount of ants tormenting me. I heaved a sign of relief. I was free at last! Once again a surviving ant was found on my tail. I ensured I ate it up with a vengeful glup. No ant was getting away from me scot free. So there! I have prevailed against those ants again!
