Today at Iten's Acres: Battlestations August 3, 2015

It was the afternoon of the first big hunt. There had been several small skirmishes in previous days, but . . . The old soldier had noticed a decided increase in the enemy's concentration of forces in several areas. It was time for battle! He put on his armor saving the donning of the hat of intimidation until the very last. Who or what can stand before a World Champions St. Louis Cardinal hat? Exactly. Taking his trusty red death spray Sevin in his gnarled hand, he went forth to battle. Unafraid, unintimidated, dare I say, angry, perhaps even a little gleeful, starting at the hibiscus rows and then on to other well-known enemy hideouts, he attacked. ZZZZZZTTTT. ZZZZZZTTTT. Heh, heh. Die you vermin. The old warrior's only regret is that he can't hear their little Japanese beetle death wails. Death to the invaders! Death to the flower eaters and plant destroyers! The Battle for Iten's Acres 2015 has begun. And the enemy will soon be buzzing off--permanently. Heh, heh, heh.