A brief break in the clouds invited me to curl up outside on our little slab of concrete for a few minutes trying to get a good picture of some paint samples.
My leg lay in the grass for about 30 seconds reveling in the cool growth of the grass from the week or two we've spent seeing what it's like to live in a rainforest. When out of nowhere, biting stinging pain streaking up my leg.
I raise my leg up to find soul-less black ants swarming all over the top of my calf. The little bastards didn't just crawl all over, they felt like they had to leave their calling card behind.That's just one patch of the evil incredibly itchy bites left by the maniacal ants. I have another two down my leg by the ankle. It didn't really start to act up til I headed into work yesterday and I had to wear jeans.
Of course the jeans rubbed on my bites like crazy, inflaming them 30 times worse. I spent most of the day with my pants rolled up, spraying a non-alcoholic sanitizer on it just to get some relief:
Then once I got home, I whipped out the athletic tape and created a makeshift bandage just so I could last til my shower that night and wouldn't claw my skin off with my nails.
Now I have random patches of bandages made from paper towels and duct tape. Kinda looks like I got shot having four very square gray strips on my leg taped down.
Once I heal, I'm sitting outside baiting the ants to come out so I can hose them with a gallon of raid. Who's with me?
We can start a club and call it "Insist No Spiteful Ants Near Everyone" I just have to think of an acronym first. I'll get to work on some good t-shirts, maybe a badge or two to help convince other people to join us in our quest to destroy every ant in sight.
Soon every time someone sees an ant they'll whip out their purse sized clip on raid and extinguish another villainous black hearted mandible crunching insect. Only then will we be safe from small bug attacks. Who else wants to join I.N.S.A.N.E.?