When Poultry attack.

Myrtle may appear as a normal chicken, with stereotypical fear and cowardice. But really she is an awesome hunting machine. A direct descendent of the Velociraptor, her eyes are attuned to the slightest movement of her prey. Whilst hunting she uses stealthy and silent steps, poised to strike at lightning speeds.

Her prey hide in the long grass, laying still, hoping she hasn't seen them. Yet, they cannot be a match for Myrtle's superior senses. She prowls her territory, hunting back and forth until finally something catches her eye.

With the speed that comes from months of hunting the plains, and power born from a daily workout laying eggs, she strikes.

And the garden has one less slug.