four-star ant restaurant

[verbminx]

We are in the middle of an average (that is to say, slightly nasty) summer storm. Just lost power for about a half-hour. Smoky, speeding clouds and a few hapless birds being buffeted by the wind. Electric service returned just as it started raining. Arwen, being a chicken in a dog suit, is agitated... she isn't exactly afraid of storms, but she doesn't like them very much, either.

Last night: a spiritless cookout. Too hot to enjoy it, and all badly planned. At least the hot dogs turned out well. I can't say as much for the charred buns, which became an ant picnic when I tossed them on the ground by the grill. FEAST, LITTLE ANTS, FEAST!