The gauntlet has been thrown down. The war is on. Much like World War II, it is happening on two fronts. The first conflict was a decisive win by me. The enemy came in, breaching the outer perimeter of our fortress, believing that our defenses were down. However, after the last conflict (over a year ago), I left the defense lines in place. The demons came in and feeling that they were already victorious, they began to feast on their winnings. They ate everything they could. One of the feasts was a trap: rat poison. I happened across the remains of this first wave, and mercifully finished the job. I don't believe in torture.

The initial wave of combat comes from the rodents. Having been made aware of their massing of troops, I countered. I have cleaned the chicken coop, and the adjoining storage shed. I know this to be their headquarters. I have left my chemical warfare in various places. I may be outnumbered, but I have technology on my side. Their timing was important, they began the onslaught when the weather was too wet for me to cut grass, and the jungle surrounding the house provides great cover. Should it ever dry out, I will break their support lines, and I'm sure I'll be victorious.

At the same time, another pest decided to try to breach my defenses, figuring I had committed my resources against the rodents. They were wrong. The ants have found many avenues into the house. At each entry and focal point, they now find bait. They can grab all they want, and take it back to their home. I'll win this one, too.

Outnumbered, but well armed