Three days ago, I surrendered my back porch to two power-hungry and maniacal winged insects (which you can read all about here if you missed my last blog post). But now, after hunkering down inside my house with my tail between my legs, I had had enough.
I was going to take back my territory if it was the last thing I did. So I decided to go nuclear on their asses and bring in my secret weapon:
Yes, I figured if anything could defeat my sworn enemies, it would be my dog, a fearless creature who will eat ANYTHING (except, of course, for cheap dog food).
Or at least I thought so up until a few minutes ago, when Buffy and I stepped outside and this happened:
Yeah. I’m pretty sure we have to move now.