Notice their red coloring. You might think thats why they are called Fire Ants. The truth is their bite burns like fire. If you don't live where fire ants do, consider yourself lucky. This particular colony was made up of surprisingly large fire ants next to a replica of Stonehenge and a couple fake Easter Island statues.
Fire Ants
Notice their red coloring. You might think thats why they are called Fire Ants. The truth is their bite burns like fire. If you don't live where fire ants do, consider yourself lucky. This particular colony was made up of surprisingly large fire ants next to a replica of Stonehenge and a couple fake Easter Island statues.
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After a wine festival in New Mexico I stood and let fire ants run all over my feet and ankles, thinking (drunkenly) I was more powerful than they. After all, I'm much bigger than an ant. My legs burned like death for 3 days.
!Jesus!
when mosie was little we went camping in arches national park. as bob and lisa were wrestling with the tent in a wind storm mosie decided to climb a tree. he surprised us with a loud screeching wail. we all ran over to see what was the matter. and the end of the story is this: he had ants in his pants.
ps he better deposit his graduation check before people go and spend the money they had so generously tried to give to him. or before they run completely out of money so they have to cancel his graduation check. go fire ants.
Sissy, I really appreciate your $100 check. There is nothing a recent graduate needs more than a little grad present!
Honestly, I like to think your contribution helped keep this "web LOG" afloat.
Now, if you don't have the money, just let me know. I understand that San Fran is a very expensive place to live. If things are tight, just give me a call!
When I was 4 years old, I accedentally sat on a fire ant pile. It was summer, and I was wearing little green shorts. This is one of my earliest memories. I jumped up, ants crawling all over my little legs and butt. I screamed and screamed. My Mom came out, grabed me, ran up the stairs, dropped me into the tub and put on the shower full blast. I have blisters on my rear for days.
Thanks for bringing back the traumatic memories. (oh and thanks for the comment on my blog)
Thanks for sharing this traumatic event. Both you and Jesse have suffered the full force of the fire ant. Any other horrible tales of pain? I'm quite enjoying them....
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