Invasion of the Giant Killer Ants

They are ants, my husband yelled as he came in to get his shotgun. They are busy every second, and they are eating everything! I heard him scream as they took the shotgun away from him. Not only giant ants but giant roaches, and they were everywhere. I grabbed my Bible and a Bundt cake and raced out the back door. They were all in front the last time I looked, coming at us like an army. There were not any back here, so I jumped in my red Ford F-150 Two were now on the truck. I screamed because they intimidated me. By the time I reached the highway these giant creeps were in my truck bed. Laughing and joking, smoking Marlboro’s, eating chocolates from living room. I was livid; they killed my husband, and now they were eating my chocolates! One of them was giving me “the eye” too. Not on your life, buster. When I reached the town limits I realized my mistake. The town was saturated with them. They were crawling in and out of windows. Those long ugly legs and those creepy tails. Ugh! This was the Twilight Zone. “Let’s have that Bundt cake” one of them said from the back. They all laughed.