Watch out for the ant hill!
In discovering the joy of owning land in the Southeast, there are a lot of biting, venomous, dangerous creatures here I get to meet. When I moved my stuff out of my apartment storage, I came face to ugly face with a black widow spider and proceeded to stomp it over and over. Living in Northern Indiana, there are no creepy crawlies to be scared of. Maybe a brown recluse spider if you are really unlucky but no bad snakes or anything truly threatening.
Recently I was told to watch out for the ant hill. I did not think of it much at the time because ants have always been harmless little creatures that get into the house sometimes. My first time mowing down here, I finally realized why everyone seems to have a riding lawn mower. The fire ants down here are PURE EVIL. I stepped into an ant hill and oh my word, it was painful. Biting nasty ants that were aggressive as hell. They bit up my ankles, leaving horrible red welts that burned...like fire.
My poor dog, Frodo, had a bad run-in with them too. Digging for a stinky worm, he did not realize he was standing in an ant hill until they covered his paws. He ran over to me, limping as he went and held up his front paw to me. I saw them swarming and biting so I quickly brushed them away. He was so grateful. I felt so bad for him. He had no idea where the pain was coming from but only knew that I would make it stop.
Then and there, I declared war on them.
THEY WILL DIE. I SHALL GET THEIR QUEEN. Nothing bites my Frodo (or my Cricket, or even my ankles)!!
Recently I was told to watch out for the ant hill. I did not think of it much at the time because ants have always been harmless little creatures that get into the house sometimes. My first time mowing down here, I finally realized why everyone seems to have a riding lawn mower. The fire ants down here are PURE EVIL. I stepped into an ant hill and oh my word, it was painful. Biting nasty ants that were aggressive as hell. They bit up my ankles, leaving horrible red welts that burned...like fire.
My poor dog, Frodo, had a bad run-in with them too. Digging for a stinky worm, he did not realize he was standing in an ant hill until they covered his paws. He ran over to me, limping as he went and held up his front paw to me. I saw them swarming and biting so I quickly brushed them away. He was so grateful. I felt so bad for him. He had no idea where the pain was coming from but only knew that I would make it stop.
Then and there, I declared war on them.
THEY WILL DIE. I SHALL GET THEIR QUEEN. Nothing bites my Frodo (or my Cricket, or even my ankles)!!