Poor DH has had a rough go of it these last couple of weekends. Last weekened he was hit by a Red Wasp right on the top (tender part) of the ear... It sweld so bad he looked like a 1970 wristler! This weekend, he drank a mouth full of ants that had made their way to his traveler cup of Gatorade... As I am coming around the corner, he's running in the house... I followed and he took a slug of Jack Daniels because they were wiggling down his throat! Bless his Chicky little heart... We were at it until the heat got us... Thinking about having a Sushi dinner now... They fix it, we eat it and no dishes! At least he hasn't lopped of a finger with his power tools and has been patient enough to let me play with them even though I can't read a tape measure!