Something woke me up this morning, even though the house was empty. Odd. I get up, check the ole XP, make some breakfast and clean the pool. There is a tasty snake-egg in the hind skimmer, I toss it against the fence and look at the remains - pure liquid, nothing of substance is inside. When I return from working out, I see a gigantic ant-hill by the driveway. Often having ants in my car, I get out a can of raid and hose those suckers down, putting a gloomy end to their sandy empire. But then I can see them, individual ants struggling to climb up the fence but falling midway. A pool of dead ants has accumulated by the base of the fence. I feel like a murderer; I try to justify it, to no avail. This is genocide.