The kifs, the Venusian equivalent of the Terran ant, stole his food.
Billions of kifs, an army of kifs, eating their way across the night.
He sat the legs of the cot in dishes of gasoline, but the kifs still got in.
Beyond the moving edge of devastation was a brown floor of the moving bodies of kifs.
The kifs would not get at it until he opened a can, but then, unless he ...