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Now
and
then
one
of
us
would
have
a
new
idea
for
their
discouragement
,
such
as
spraying
the
ground
beyond
the
fence
with
a
strong
arsenical
solution
,
but
the
retreats
we
caused
were
only
temporary
.
We
’
d
been
trying
out
a
variety
of
such
dodges
for
a
year
or
more
before
the
day
when
Susan
came
running
into
our
room
early
one
morning
to
tell
us
that
the
things
had
broken
in
and
were
all
round
the
house
.
She
had
got
up
early
to
do
the
milking
,
as
usual
.
The
sky
outside
her
bedroom
window
was
gray
,
but
when
she
went
downstairs
she
found
everything
there
in
complete
darkness
.
She
realized
that
should
not
be
so
and
turned
on
the
light
.
The
moment
she
saw
leathery
green
leaves
pressed
against
the
windows
she
guessed
what
had
happened
.
I
crossed
the
bedroom
on
tiptoe
and
pulled
the
window
shut
sharply
.
Even
as
it
closed
,
a
sting
whipped
up
from
below
and
smacked
against
the
glass
.
We
looked
down
on
a
thicket
of
triffids
standing
ten
or
twelve
deep
against
the
wall
of
the
house
.
The
flame
throwers
were
in
one
of
the
outhouses
.
I
took
no
risks
when
I
went
to
fetch
them
.
In
thick
clothing
and
gloves
,
with
a
leather
helmet
and
goggles
beneath
the
mesh
mask
,
I
hacked
a
way
through
the
throng
of
triffids
with
the
largest
carving
knife
I
could
find
.
The
stings
whipped
and
slapped
at
the
wire
mesh
so
frequently
that
they
wet
it
,
and
the
poison
began
to
come
through
in
a
fine
spray
.
It
misted
the
goggles
,
and
the
first
thing
I
did
in
the
outhouse
was
to
wash
it
off
my
face
.
I
dared
not
use
more
than
a
brief
,
low
-
aimed
jet
from
one
of
the
throwers
to
clear
my
way
back
,
for
fear
of
setting
the
door
and
window
frames
alight
,
but
it
moved
and
agitated
them
enough
for
me
to
get
back
unmolested
.
Josella
and
Susan
stood
by
with
fire
extinguishers
while
I
,
still
looking
like
a
cross
between
a
deep
-
sea
diver
and
a
man
from
Mars
,
leaned
from
the
upper
windows
on
each
side
of
the
house
in
turn
and
played
the
thrower
over
the
besieging
mob
of
the
brutes
.
It
did
not
take
very
long
to
incinerate
a
number
of
them
and
get
the
rest
on
the
move
.
Susan
,
now
dressed
for
the
job
,
took
the
second
thrower
and
started
on
the
,
to
her
,
highly
congenial
task
of
hunting
them
down
while
I
set
off
across
the
field
to
find
the
source
of
the
trouble
.
That
was
not
difficult
.
From
the
first
rise
I
was
able
to
see
the
spot
where
triffids
were
still
lurching
into
our
enclosure
in
a
stream
of
tossing
stems
and
waving
leaves
.
They
fanned
out
a
little
on
the
nearer
side
,
but
all
of
them
were
bound
in
the
direction
of
the
house
.
It
was
simple
to
head
them
off
.
A
jet
in
front
stopped
them
;
one
to
either
side
started
them
back
on
the
way
they
had
come
.
An
occasional
spurt
over
them
,
and
dripping
down
among
them
,
hurried
them
up
and
turned
back
later
comers
.
Twenty
yards
or
so
of
the
fence
was
lying
flat
,
with
the
posts
snapped
off
.
I
rigged
it
up
temporarily
there
and
then
and
played
the
thrower
back
and
forth
,
giving
the
things
enough
of
a
scorching
to
prevent
more
trouble
for
a
few
hours
at
least
.
Josella
,
Susan
,
and
I
spent
most
of
the
day
repairing
the
breach
.
Two
more
days
passed
before
Susan
and
I
could
be
sure
that
we
had
searched
every
corner
of
the
enclosure
and
accounted
for
the
very
last
of
the
intruders
.
We
followed
that
up
with
an
inspection
of
the
whole
length
of
the
fence
and
a
reinforcement
of
all
doubtful
sections
.
Four
months
later
they
broke
in
again
.
This
time
a
number
of
broken
triffids
lay
in
the
gap
.
Our
impression
was
that
they
had
been
crushed
in
the
pressure
that
had
been
built
up
against
the
fence
before
it
gave
way
,
and
that
,
falling
with
it
,
they
had
been
trampled
by
the
rest
.
It
was
clear
that
we
should
have
to
take
new
defensive
measures
.
No
part
of
our
fence
was
any
stronger
than
that
which
had
given
way
.
Electrification
seemed
the
most
likely
means
of
keeping
them
at
a
distance
.
To
power
it
,
I
found
an
army
generator
mounted
on
a
trailer
and
towed
it
home
.
Susan
and
I
set
to
work
on
the
wiring
.
Before
we
had
completed
it
the
brutes
were
through
again
in
another
place
.
I
believe
that
system
would
have
been
completely
effective
if
we
could
have
kept
it
in
action
all
the
time
—
or
even
most
of
the
time
.
But
against
that
there
was
the
fuel
consumption
.
Gas
was
one
of
the
most
valuable
of
our
stores
.
Food
of
some
kind
we
could
always
hope
to
grow
,
but
when
gasoline
and
Diesel
oil
were
no
longer
available
,
much
more
than
our
mere
convenience
would
be
gone
with
them
.
There
would
be
no
more
expeditions
,
and
consequently
no
more
replenishment
-
s
of
supplies
.
The
primitive
life
would
start
in
earnest
So
,
from
motives
of
conservation
,
the
barrier
wire
was
charged
for
only
a
few
minutes
two
or
three
times
a
day
.
