As a biker, I love living in Stoke because we are within forty minutes or so of some great roads.I was backing my bike into my garage when I heard a s...weet voice say. 'Nice bike, I didn't know you rode.'I looked up and was more than a little surprised to see Petra.I smiled. The thought of my bike always made me smile and Petra's smile was contagious too. 'Afraid so, been riding virtually since my seventeenth birthday. What brings you to my humble abode?'Her smile faded slightly. 'I need to talk. ”“You wouldn’t, unless your foot went too near and it felt threatened. And then it would bite you. Just look before you step. Around here, I would have thought bulldogs would be more dangerous.”“Bulldogs?”“Bulldog ants. There are nearly 100 species around the Australian coastal areas. Their bites are quite painful and, if you’re allergic to the venom, fatal.”“Fatal? An ant bite?”“Oh, yes. Not often. It think there have been only half a dozen fatalities in the last sixty years. But nasty. And. That was met with a big smile from her and she tossed the other clothes over to the box.We both moved out into the living room area and sat down on the couch. She poured us both another cup of coffee and came over and sat down. As I was taking my first sip, she looked over at me and said, “Ok, just listen to me first; before you answer ok?” I nodded in agreement. And she continued “If you would like to, I am pretty sure I can get mom and dad to agree to you staying here to help me get. “I also thought that since I’ll be down in the basement painting and can’t babysit you that you’d be able to shovel our driveway.” I looked up at her, the smile fading from my face. A fresh two feet of snow had fallen during the night, and our snow blower had just broken the weekend before. “Are you kidding me? You want me to shovel that snow by hand?” Her eyes rolled at me. “A shovel? Oh my goodness, how could I be so old fashioned? Oh wait, I’m pretty sure you’re 17 year old.