SO today I was harvesting the seed pods of my turnips so I'll have seeds for fall. and I got tired of bending and crouching and decided to sit down. well this was working great until about half way through.
I got a twing in my lower back. i rub at it, then another twing then another, then all at once my back and stomach was on fire.
I looked down and realized I was sitting in a fire ant hill. I was so engrossed in what I was doing, that I didn't notice the nasty little buggers.
I jump up and start stomping and slapping at myself, but they have covered me, all inside my shirt under my sports bra, in my pants, everywhere!
Now I have this weird thing where sometimes i'm really quiet when upset, scared or in pain, and sometimes I am rather vocal.
This time I made no noise. I just jumped around like a maniac.
When this didn't work, i started to strip, right there in the yard. gloves flannel shirt, tank top, shoes, socks, pants, everything but my underwear came off.
my step father chooses this moment to wander out. i saw him but he did not see me, and deciding that was a trauma neither one of us wanted to experience, i ran into the woods before he spotted me.
so there i go, streaking through the woods in my underwear, my dogs think i'm running and having fun, and they bound around me, having a blast, while i'm itching and slapping and doing the fire ant dance in the woods, surrounded by the wailings of the cicadas.
Now mind you i fell down the stairs this morning so my hip was already killing me, and now it was on fire, it is also chilly for Alabama today, so now i'm chilled, itchy, and achy... and in my underwear in the woods.
oh yeah, i really had to pee, i mean really had to pee. the dancing did not help
darn fire ants.
it took my step father a good fifteen minutes to wander off before i could dart out grab my clothes and return to the woods to shake the evil little monsters out of my clothes before putting everything back on and returning to harvesting the turnip seeds.
well... at least the dogs had fun
I got a twing in my lower back. i rub at it, then another twing then another, then all at once my back and stomach was on fire.
I looked down and realized I was sitting in a fire ant hill. I was so engrossed in what I was doing, that I didn't notice the nasty little buggers.
I jump up and start stomping and slapping at myself, but they have covered me, all inside my shirt under my sports bra, in my pants, everywhere!
Now I have this weird thing where sometimes i'm really quiet when upset, scared or in pain, and sometimes I am rather vocal.
This time I made no noise. I just jumped around like a maniac.
When this didn't work, i started to strip, right there in the yard. gloves flannel shirt, tank top, shoes, socks, pants, everything but my underwear came off.
my step father chooses this moment to wander out. i saw him but he did not see me, and deciding that was a trauma neither one of us wanted to experience, i ran into the woods before he spotted me.
so there i go, streaking through the woods in my underwear, my dogs think i'm running and having fun, and they bound around me, having a blast, while i'm itching and slapping and doing the fire ant dance in the woods, surrounded by the wailings of the cicadas.
Now mind you i fell down the stairs this morning so my hip was already killing me, and now it was on fire, it is also chilly for Alabama today, so now i'm chilled, itchy, and achy... and in my underwear in the woods.
oh yeah, i really had to pee, i mean really had to pee. the dancing did not help
darn fire ants.
it took my step father a good fifteen minutes to wander off before i could dart out grab my clothes and return to the woods to shake the evil little monsters out of my clothes before putting everything back on and returning to harvesting the turnip seeds.
well... at least the dogs had fun
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