I'm so going to hell...

Recently did some test which revealed that I'm really going to enjoy my stay in hell. 7th plane of hell or some such. Bring it on! I think the test, being all christian based, obviously gives you a "crap" score if you're not a "believer". So much for moral guidelines, more like moral guilt.

That's probably related to the genocide I perform on a daily basis here in the office. See, I am the evil ant-slayer. The little bastards decided to infest our offices here at the Campus. As a result, my fingers actually smell of formic acid from all the mutilated ant corpses I leave in my trail.

It got me thinking though...

We're suffering heavy losses on the table-top front madam. Casualties exceed 1% of our total combined forces. Reports are flying in from our fly-on-the-wall scouts, reports of massive carnage.

Duly noted number 1.

What would you have us do your highness?

Call that useless husband of mine, plus the fertility expert. We've got some work to do.

Moving to TAC-CON ALPHA at your signal ma'am. Number 1 out.

And in a separate but somewhat related vein, I saw the following advert attached to a stop sign on my drive home on Friday... BEES REMOVED, CALL ANT (08x xxx xxxx)