Mothers' Day

Wilson, in spite of several reminders from me, had forgotten that it's Mothers' Day this Sunday! He's been in a frenzy of creativity since first thing this morning, so he can catch the last mail collection this afternoon.

Unfailingly addressing her as 'Mrs Vermilingua' Wilson has a strangely formal relationship with his mum.

Total Eclipse...

Total Eclipse of the Heart is one of Wilson's all-time favourite songs - I often hear him belting it out in the bathroom while he's pretending to take a shower - so you can imagine how stoked he is to learn that Bonnie Tyler has been confirmed to sing our entry in the Eurovision Song Contest!

'We'll be a shoe-in, New Dad!' he exclaimed, brandishing one of his notorious forged autographed photos. 'La Grande-Bretagne, vingt points!'

I hope he's right. My only concern is that our entry doesn't have a key change. Well, that and the rest of Europe hating us!

Pope Joe's

Still no news about the new Pope. I know Wilson is hoping to use the popemobile for coffee deliveries around Vatican City – Italy being, after all, the home of fine coffee, and a Papal endorsement would surely increase sales. 

He's also mentioned that, once elected, he hopes to start a coffee export business, franchising his proposed Pope Joe coffee brand throughout the Roman Catholic empire. He's so confident that he's already designed the new coffee cups… but I think getting elected might be more difficult than W imagines.

The Ant King is Crowned!

Wilson searched diligently all day yesterday, hoping to find at least one ant… and eventually he did! 

He must NEVER find out that it was the emergency ant I took with me. As darkness began to fall I released it near to where W was searching. After several minutes of him not noticing it, I eventually pointed to it and said, 'Hey, what's that?'

At first he couldn't see it, but at long last his vigilance was rewarded. 

'Ant! Ant!' he cried, a note of hysteria creeping into his voice after so much fruitless searching. 'I am the Ant King!'

Accordingly, this morning he paraded through Uckfield Town Centre wearing his Ant King's crown and triumphantly displaying the ant in a jam jar, before a frankly disappointing turn-out of admirers. Actually, there was just me and a school crossing patrol lady.

'In Costa Rica, the streets would have thronged with cheering crowds,' he told me. 'There, National Ant Day is bigger than Easter, but here… no-one cares. However I am not downhearted, for I am Ant King 2013! A righteous victory is mine!'

The Big Day dawns...

We are now in the woods hunting for ants. Actually, a single ant would do – it's cold but sunny, so Wilson has high hopes of finding at least one. 

He explained to me that the 'National' in National Ant Day refers to Costa Rica, where it's much warmer by now. 

W thinks his nose has been upset by wearing his plastic Red Nose, so he can't properly detect the ants' characteristic aroma of formalin. 

If all else fails, I have an ant in my pocket which I will secretly release later. 

Preparing for the Big Day!

This morning I found Wilson in the kitchen preparing for National Ant Day tomorrow. He has assembled the necessities – a jam jar and a gold crown – ready for our expedition to the woods in search of the first ants of the year. 

I hope it's warmer than last year's National Ant Day, when W didn't find a single ant and we were both chilled to the bone. To be on the safe side, I plan to take a live ant with us and release it while W's not looking, but somewhere he can't fail to see it. 

Treat jostles treat!

Wilson is still waiting to hear from the Vatican about his job application, and now he's realised that not only is Red Nose Day only a couple of weeks away, National Ant Day is next Monday! 

He's training for both events simultaneously… by sleeping a lot while wearing his red nose. He's given me strict instructions that if the Vatican should Skype him I'm to wake him and ensure that he removes his red nose before speaking to the Cardinals. He thinks that even though it's for charity, talking to a prospective employer while wearing what he describes as a comedic prosthetic hooter might seem disrespectful.

He's probably right. I've never seen any Pope wearing a red nose.

CHECK THIS OUT!

February has been a very busy month for Wilson Vermilingua OBE!

I've just uploaded the fourteenth monthly volume of Ant Wars II: February 2013 so you can catch up on anything you've missed.

Please tell all your friends, as it is Wilson's stated ambition for his life story to be, as he puts it, "As Popular as the Pope!".  Incidentally, Wilson has sent off a job application to be the new Pope! If he is the successful applicant, he will be as popular as the Pope!

You can download it or read it online at:

http://issuu.com/friendlydragon/docs/ant_wars_ii_february_2013

You can now SUBSCRIBE to Wilson's blog by email!

The BLOG is right here: http://antwars2.blogspot.co.uk/

You can TRANSLATE Wilson's blog into other languages!

You can COMMENT on Wilson's blog — and he'd love to hear from you!

Photographs of the lovely WILSON are by Tamanduagirl at 

http://www.livingwithanteaters.com/ and are used by kind permission.

New Pope!

Since Wilson wasn't after all killed in the recent asteroid near-miss, he's just realised that he might still be in with a chance at being the new Pope! He's fine-tuning his letter of application before emailing it to the Vatican. To be on the safe side, he's writing it in Latin by means of an on-line Latin translation bot.

He'd better get a move on – I think the Cardinals have already convened!

Things to do in Worthing

I found this note this morning. 

I've never thought Wilson was overly interested in windmills or museums, let alone churches and a pond. About the most interesting thing to do on the list is to visit Brighton, and we've both been there loads of times.

Once Wilson gets a bee in his bonnet it's very difficult to change his mind. 

I expect I shall find out what this is all about one day…

A floating gin palace...

Wilson has decided that no holiday is a proper "Holiday" unless one arrives in style, by which he means by air or sea. As Worthing is very close to Shoreham Airport, he thinks we should fly there for our holiday. 

This would mean driving to Gatwick Airport to get a flight to Shoreham, then hiring a car to get to Worthing. Since Gatwick is further from home than Worthing, I have vetoed this idea, so W is now researching boat charter. 

He says that it's not a "real" boat unless it's got a helicopter pad. He thinks we should be able to charter a floating gin palace like the one in the photo for 'about £50 per day… although that might not include use of the helicopter.'

I have my doubts that we'd get a row-it-yourself dingy for that!

Worthing is still ahead!

Wilson's friend Cathy suggested that he might like to holiday in Africa, pointing out that there are many, many species of ant living there, some up to 4cm long! Another friend, @highwulf, said that New York was a clear winner, as he'd be invited to guest on dozens of radio and tv interview shows. 

W counters their arguments, however, saying that Worthing has its own pier, theatre and hospital, plus numerous interesting places to visit. 

I think the Worthing Tourist Board must be employing some VERY talented copywriters to work on their brochures!

Ideal Holiday Destination

Wilson is in a bit of a quandary – he can't decide between New York and Worthing as his Ideal Holiday Destination. 

He says that if we went to New York he could try the newly-discovered species of ant, the ManhattAnt… but on the other paw, Worthing sounds like a really magical holiday town. 

I told him that I'd been to Worthing many times and, while it was nice enough there, 'magical' was never a word that I'd associated with it.

Personally, I'm trying to steer him towards New York as I'd really like to go there! Yellow Cabs, Broadway, MoMA, The Bronx…

Holiday destinations...

For the past few days Wilson has immersed himself in researching the Ideal Holiday Destination. Front runners are Disneyworld, Australia, Canada, Thailand and, inexplicably, Worthing. 

He had wanted to go to Antarctica (indeed, that was on his list of New Year's Resolutions) but only because he thought it was full of ants; once he discovered that it was full of snow he immediately crossed it off his list. 

It would be very convenient if he were to decide on somewhere that didn't require a passport. Or a bank loan.

Wilson's thoughts lightly turn to thoughts of...

The weather is so lovely at the moment — cold but very sunny — that Wilson's fancy has lightly turned not to thoughts of love but to thoughts of holidays. He has popped into the village to get some brochures from the Travel Agency. I hope he doesn't decide on anywhere too expensive! 

Speaking of love, though, I would dearly like to know who sends those anonymous cards to W every birthday, Xmas and Valentines day…

A free badge for everyone!

Wilson has produced what he calls his Survivors' Badge, for everyone who wasn't killed by the recent asteroid strike. He describes it as a "strike" rather than a "near miss", partly because of what happened in Russia, and partly for its greatly increased dramatic value. 

Since no-one was killed, he is expecting world-wide sales totalling 7 billion, but says that his friends can all have one for free. 

I hope he's not going to store all 7 billion badges in the kitchen...

The All Clear sounds...

It was just after dawn when Wilson finally emerged from his bunker, blinking in the light. 

'New Dad – you're alive!' he exclaimed, 'How is Antony's toy? Is anyone else alive?'

'Everyone is alive,' I told him. 'The asteroid missed Earth by thousands of miles, exactly as predicted.' 

W came into the house where I had a cup of coffee and some ant cookies waiting for him. 

After a moment's thought, he said, 'Right. We're not all dead, lets go and fly my kite to celebrate. We could paint an asteroid on it, to scare people!'

Off to the bunker...

There was no sign of Wilson when I got up this morning, but I found a scribbled note left on the dining table: 

'Check the news from Russia – it's started! I'm in the bunker. 

'Please look after Antony's toy as best you can. 

'Thank you for everything, New Dad. 

'Love, 

'Wilson Vermilingua OBE. 

'PS If you're not killed, please come and get me when the danger has passed. XXX'

Valentines Day

St Valentine's Day took Wilson by surprise this morning, when a crop of envelopes landed on the doormat. Most of his mail proved to be identical Valentine cards from his family, but there was one mystery card. 

'This is the third time this has happened!' W exclaimed fractiously. 'I really don't have the time for this… I must get on with my Survival Shelter.'

'What Survival Shelter?' I enquired.

'I'm building an asteroid-proof underground bunker in the back garden. There will be room for me, Antony and a supply of ants and ant juice. Antony's toy will have to remain outside, unfortunately.'

'And where will I be?' I asked, although I think I already knew the answer.

Wilson looked me up and down. 'You're very large, New Dad, you won't fit in the shelter. I think your best bet will be to remain outside, sit under the dining room table and hope for the best. Perhaps you could take care of Antony's toy while you're there.' 

Wilson doesn't receive a reply...

A couple of days ago, following the suggestion of Cathy, one of his friends, Wilson contacted Brian Cox to ask him for reassurance about the impending asteroid close pass:

"Dear Professor Cox, can you PROMISE me that we're not all going to die next week? New Dad tries to reassure me but... pic.twitter.com/3EwoJg53" 

Brian Cox has not replied… which in Wilson's mind can mean only one thing: we're all going to die.

I tried explaining that the professor was probably in Indonesia filming a new series, and was perhaps out of range of Wi-Fi, but W has made his mind up.