ants, the war continues

Day 3: Morale is low. The sun is beating down from the midday sky. The smell is unbearable.

The ants in my kitchen are having a tough time too.

Stragglers pace between the bit of cheese and the smudge of peanut butter. Stores are depleted and hoovering is a constant fear.

Ant #2564890 bought it while nibbling on a bit of brown crap near the fridge. What a waste. The hollow futility of war is not lost on the ants of the kitchen skirting board.

Latest count: Ants, 9. Lee is still in the accedence.