The sun would set soon and Jason was preparing for a long night.  He had finished fashioning his first weapon, out of the tree branch. Whitling that tree branch had kept his hands and mind busy all day. He waited for the fall of darkness to begin his work.<br/><br/>Jason was a patient man but he had been pushed to the limits of his patience today by these little pricks. He intended to make them pay, for their corruption of his beautiful lake and for testing his patience, over the next few hours and days.<br/><br/>Jason smiled to himself and thought,<strong>"How will I ever decide which one of these little insects to dispose of first."</strong>He knew it was a delicious dilemma to have, and he wouldn't spend to much time deciding. He also knew that once the killing frenzy started it wouldn't really matter, all that mattered to him was that he have his lake back. ALL INTRUDER DISPOSED OF.