My family and I moved down to Layafette, LA around 1977 (the year of the hellish snow storm you Northerners had, we missed it
) and the thrill of checking out the backyard I had to go. Upon opening the door, Mom yelled GET YOUR SHOES ON!
"Why?" I asked. I wanted to go outside barefooted.
"Because there are fire ants!"
"Oh, those red ants.............nah, Mom, they are harmless" We do have black and red ants up here but none of them bit me.
Out I went, not listening to Mom, telling me to get back in the house.
A few steps later, OUCH OUCH.....oh they HURT! And those things crawling on me! Painful bites I tell ya!
Mom had a good chuckle and said "I told you so!"
Yeah Mom, I should HAVE listened to you.
Oh they are everywhere! Even on the Spanish moss, the kids at school would do some mean things, taking a piece of the moss, heavy with fire ants and shove them down to an unsuspecting kid and watch him howl, stomp and doing the fire ant dance. It was a laugh but I had mixed reaction to laugh and cry...I didn't handle that joke too well.
Didn't they use fire ants as a medical remedy back in those days?