Termite Attack =O

I was watching Master Chef Australia. The contestants had gone to New York for their next challenge. Watching them grab their trinkets from the judges, I was reminded of me and my sister's collected memorandums....I went and opened the cupboard....and AAAAGGHH!!!

*TERMITES*


I jumped a step back, EW! The sight was disgusting.
Irregular patterns of light brown mass jerking this way and that in HUMAN territory was both annoying and totally disappointing. And this was no ordinary cupboard...It had memories in form of pictures, souvenirs, and blah blah blah =P

It clicked me after some DUMB moments that I should get our stuff out of there immediately. The tourist guide book...The half digested photo album...The now-lamed wooden dragon...The cardboard covers...Mom's birthday card...

Oh well, I thought as I looked at the army of termite-kids helping their parents in destruction, they sure had a good time eating, drinking and making love, these termites. 


I bent forward to take a closer look...One of the termites looked up at me and GRINNED, exposing it's enzyme-filled disgusting everything =D.

                 

I retreated back.



I opened the photo-album as Dad cleared up the termite mess. In the first picture half of my head was cut off =/

STUPID TERMITES. I slammed the album shut.