What a go-ahead suburb Greenqueen was! For years they had cared about the environment. The streets were lined with gardens and hanging baskets. No artificial sprays used here. The council had stipulated: all was to be clean and green in Greenqueen.
And then disaster struck. There was an ant plague. Every garden, every hanging basket, every lamp post, every shop door, was alive with ants. Something had to be done.
A pest control firm was contacted. Could you come in plain clothes, in plain vehicles, in the middle of the night, and surreptitiously spray the streets with ant-killing spray?
They did that, and no one complained because no one knew.
Unfortunately, with the lack of labels everything was mistakenly sprayed with weed-killer.
Well, rats! Ooops, no, ants!
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Well, at least it’s good news for the ants!
They’ll never know how lucky they are!
A catastrophe the parallels of which can be found in epics of none less than Homer, Milton, Dante, and the unapologetically tragic Thomas Hardy.
It was like an ethnic cleansing…
That seems to be the preoccupation of the era.
What an anticlimax
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