Day 1- The initial attack

On that fateful summer day, I awoke to the sound of ferocious shrieks and high pressure water. Curious, I threw on my bathrobe and went downstairs. I crept outside, unsure of what I might find. There, in the driveway, was my mother, clad in her pink bathrobe, fending off an army with the garden hose! Alarmed, I ran inside and got changed. Watching from the window, I could see my mother bravely challenging the overwhelming numbers of our attackers. Finally the soldiers retreated out of sight, and my mother ran upstairs. After she had changed, she came into my room and said,

"We're under attack- I held them off for a while, but they'll be back with more. We need something stronger than water to protect the house. We need heavy artillery!"

Without further ado we jumped in our vehicle, which was rather old, but just as sturdy and reliable as the next. Speed was of the essence, so we raced away, brave smiles plastered on our faces though our insides twisted and turned like Lombard street. Stopping only for fast food, we continued on our journey for protection.

Unfortunately we were stopped at every possible instance, slowing our time considerably. Finally we reached the store, and headed to the necessary section. Quickly finding that they only had some of the desired products, we bought the equipment they did carry. As we headed back to our vehicle, my mother and I pretended to laugh about the upcoming task, though in our hearts we knew that it would be a long and arduous battle; what they lacked in size, our opponents made up for with sheer numbers. These next few days would be difficult indeed.

On the short return journey our foes immortal battle cry danced through our heads over and over again.

"The ants go marching one by one, hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one the little one stops to beat a drum and they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out, of the heat."