Years ago I was doing pest control and I went to a job to do a termite inspection under a lady's house here at the beach. I pulled on my coveralls so that I didn't get completely filthy, but didn't zip them up all the way since it was so hot. I opened the crawl space door to get under the house and started to shimmy in and about 6 feet into the hole, I managed to crawl right through a fire ant nest! The unzipped front of the coveralls acted like a scoop and they all went down the front of the coveralls. There must have been thousands of them. They started biting me and I got out from under the house like I was shot out of a cannon. As I cleared the crawl space door, the shoes, socks, pants, and shirt came off as fast as I could get rid of them. I was dancing around in the lady's back yard trying to get them off of me. I looked over toward the back fence and there was the lady, pushing her two little grand daughters on the swingset. She looked at me like I had lost my mind (and I thought that I might!). When I explained what had happened, she just started laughing and took the girls into the house. She came back out in a few minutes and helped me get the ants off of my shirt and shoes and socks. Needless to say, the termite inspection was postponed until I could get rid of the fireants that were under her house!