Every summer, ants find new ways into my house, and every summer I’m reduced to chemical warfare. While spraying ant killer under the kitchen sink a few weeks ago, I though, “Wouldn’t it be nice if I had some way to scare the ants away, without having to spray chemicals all over my house?” One thing led to another, and this comic was born.

This is an incredibly stupid portmanteau, but my son thought the idea was pretty cool. He calls it a “dinosaur car.”

When in doubt, start your own company. If you’re of a particularly violent mindset, such as Winslow, perhaps becoming a contractor for the U.S. Department of Defense is the job for you. After all “security contractor” is just another name for “mercenary” in these more polite, politically correct times.

Winslow reminisces about another past job….

I like snakes, but I don’t think they make very good class pets. Snakes eat class pets.

Winslow has trouble keeping jobs for very long. He has a short attention span, a selective memory, and absolutely no respect for authority–even if that authority is writing him actual checks reimbursible for actual money. He’s gone through dozens of jobs–including a brief stint as a game developer for Nintendo–but all of them have ended in pink slips and forcible removal by security personnel. Sad but true.