A few weeks ago, I had an encounter with some ants. If this leg had been on anyone that was allergic to ants, they would have been in the hospital for sure. The kids and I counted and I had over 200 ant bites. It happened so fast I wasn't even sure it was ants. It was late at night and I was out in the yard trying to set something up to see if it would work for Colson's birthday party. I sat on my knees in our very tall grass. I didn't sit long because the grass (so I thought) got itchy. I mean I was maybe down there for 10 seconds. When I hopped up I looked down at my legs thinking was that ants or was that grass just itchy. There was not one ant on me. I kept swatting at my legs to try and take away the sting and finally when I went to the light I gasped (and Calli burst into tears).
There was ONE ant on my toe but I knew that I had been attacked. I walked over and saw the two knee prints in the middle of the big ant pile. That was at least 6 weeks ago and I still have the remnants of little bites all over my legs. It was all I could do not to pop all the heads when they appeared 2 days later. If you know me...you know I love to pop things.
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