I completely understand that without ants, life on this planet as we know it would not even be remotely possible.
But WHY do the damn motherfuckers have to be so ferocious?
I was handling some bags of leaves in the garden for mulching and suddenly I realized I was on fire and was covered by the little red demons.
It was only due to the fact that the church folks were outside that I didn't strip off my clothes in the yard. I do have some pride left. Not much. But enough to make it to the kitchen before I got naked.
I've had a shower, taken Benadryl, and now I feel I must sleep.
Sometimes working in the dirt is far more pain than pleasure. Thankfully, that is not usually the case. And thankfully, there is Benadryl.