Slowly, very slowly, the survivors Reared their weary heads, and Left no stone unturned, Looking for natural flammable materials To take revenge On the psychopath Who had ruined their home.
One thousand, two thousand paces right. Five thousand paces forward. Climb the stair and Look for the best place for a bonfire. There! At the doorway! Drop all flammable objects at The front door of the house.
It took five hundred ants and One burning stick two minutes To ignite the mass at the door. The two hundred closest to the Bonfire died in the ensuing rage But the remaining ants licked their Mandibles when the door caught alight.
When the psychopath returned “home” He could not believe his eyes at first. A smouldering ruin was left Of his dream house. He walked to where the doorstep was, Found the almost indistinguishable pile of dead ants Revenge was theirs.