...and by THAT, I mean accidentally kicking a hill of fire ants whilst getting into my car to return the Middle Child to his mother. I've never been bitten by fire ants before, but as soon as my feet started to tingle I knew what had happened. Special thanks go out to A., who immediately got on Wikipedia and made sure I wasn't going to die in the next 5 minutes while driving the car barefoot, and R., who assured me that what A. had told me was indeed true, having been a resident herself of the deep south and having experienced the fire ant curse on more than one occasion. A word to the wise - fire ants are unpleasant. As if that wasn't blatantly obvious by the name fire ant. Duh.
And with that, I'm off to enjoy my first Friday evening on la isla del encanto. Love to those who listen.
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You--stop getting hurt.
ReplyDeleteSrsly, glad you're ok ;-).