Ok, so, they're not 20 feet tall.
Or even killers.
But they are definitely on the attack. And they are effing annoying!
We've been having border skirmishes with this drone army for a while now. But yesterday, hostilities escalated when the enemy executed a blitz attack.
The recon team must have slipped through our defenses earlier in the week. Because they knew just where to hit us - marching unerringly and with mindless determination for our weakest spots.
They came at us in three fronts - dining room, living room and kitchen. A tactic surely designed to cause panic and division of resources.
But our wily Master Chief (aka The ZenHusband) was not to be outdone. He didn't mess around. He went straight for the Big Guns - the dual tactics of chemical warfare and WMDs to send those enemy combatants to that great Colony in the sky.
I left most of the actual combat to the Master Chief and focused on rallying the troops and keeping the supply lines running.
It was a long and ugly battle and - I'm not gonna lie to you - there were moments when I thought we might not prevail.
But, we finally cleared away the last of the invading horde and had the satisfaction of knowing we had successfully defended our territory.
But this was just one battle - not the war. And I don't think we've seen the last of this army. They are a single-minded, hearty and they have the advantage of numbers. Fortunately, we have the advantage of opposable thumbs. Well, that, and being about 10,000 times bigger.
But still, it may be time to call in reinforcements.