When I was a kid living in Oz I was eating my cornflakes one morning and looked down at the trail of ants leading from the stove to beneath my chair where there was the carcass of one of these things being dismembered by the ant army that had dragged it out from under the stove. Good memories.
When I was a kid living in Oz I was eating my cornflakes one morning and looked down at the trail of ants leading from the stove to beneath my chair where there was the carcass of one of these things being dismembered by the ant army that had dragged it out from under the stove. Good memories.
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