Ants.

They invade my electric kettle every night so when I wake up in the morning to make breakfast, they wish me good morning as they sneakily crawl out of the kettle hurriedly as if I'm their dad and I came home unexpectedly one night and found they were having a huge mega party at the house and that they know I'm so gonna kill them so the scuttle hurriedly away on their icky 6 legs.

Hahah. So anyway, one of them prolly misplaced a foot and actually fell into the water so I took a spoon to scoop it out of the water. While trying to do that, he actually crawled onto the spoon and he was all like 'Oh yay! I'm saved!! Naz saved me!!'. What he didn't know was that I was gonna swoosh him away down the sink with tap water. Hahah!

My point: A classic example of the proverb, 'Out of the frying pan, into the fire'. Aah. Poor ant. Such is life that even ants aren't saved from their inevitable doom.

I'll go have breakfast now. The kettle's done.

Well, okay, before that, if it makes anyone feel any better, I felt guilty about killing the poor ant but hey, there's lots more in my kitchen to help prevent extinction of their species so don't you fret. Even though I wouldn't know how anyone would fret over ants. But I have to go.