To understand why the ants must die, you must first understand how they came to be.

Many seasons ago, the ants started invading my land. Although, invading is not the right word. They had come to me, driven by instinct to find their leader. When they had finally found me, they started to settle down and begin their new lives as my followers. Over time, they settled into a routine: worship me during the warm seasons, hibernate during the cold. They always returned, right on que, when the weather was right.

That's how it was for many, many seasons. But, this season has been different. They came to me, when the weather changed, right on que. But then, they disappeared. My followers, disappeared. I was only alone for a little while, here and there they would send word, by means of a messenger ant, that they were ok, and that they would be back. When they did return, they told of a great war over in the far lands that they had fought. They won, and their opponents, the grasshoppers, were driven out of the land. Everything was back to normal now,the ants were back and they were worshiping me once again. Why then, must the ants die?

Quite simply, they have turned on me. I have always been patient with the ants and allowed them to eat a share of my food. But there are some foods they are not allowed to eat. These food are the most sacred and they know that if they were to set foot on these foods, it would be all over and their leader would banish them.

The most sacred of all sacred foods, my granola bars. Those bars are indeed wonderful; every morning for hundreds of mornings, I have feasted on my granola bars. This morning was to be no different. I awoke and journeyed to the food locker to grab my one true love, a granola bar. As I was sitting down I noticed the bar felt kind of limp and flimsy. When I opened it there was an indescribable site! It was crawling! My Granola bar was crawling! It was the ants! They ate my GRANOLA BAR!!! The ants must die! They have committed a crime so hideous and insane that nothing, nothing could be equal to this act of hate! Therefor, the ants must die!

The battle is soon to come. Millions of them, one of me. Who will be the victor? No one knows for sure. But let it be known, I will avenge my Granola Bar!