Smegging ants
Ruining my sitting spot.
The grass in the shade of the tree looks so inviting. A tall strong lucious tree, with rippling bark and contorted limbs. Delicate leafy stems branch out one after the other creating the most marvelous shade. Its the type  of tree you might find Elizabeth Bennet, or Jo from little women, pausing to slump under, in a way that only the slightly rough or humble heroine can. But she is not there, neither of them are, I suspect they heard about the ants.

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