Yeah. You know how life is sometimes way too ironic? Well, it’s as if Mother Nature decided to read that interview over at the MossySkull site and decided to play a prank. Last Sunday, I got bitten by fire ants six times on my left big toe, and twice more on the rest of my left foot. Between ice packs, Benadryl and gingerly shuffling about barefoot, it’s been a quiet week here. Not many words accomplished except in my dreams.
And then, two days ago, I wandered out to the garbage can, limping miserably. What do I see right next to the path that wasn’t there before? A nice, tall and utterly unmistakable fire ant hill. I mean really, right here, where I live and walk (often barefoot!) every day (except when I’m nursing a fire-ant swollen foot)! AAARGH!
The jumbo container of vinegar came out and I’m afraid I enjoyed myself just a bit too much. In good news, my foot’s swelling is much reduced, and I can sleep without changing ice packs every two hours. In bad news, the ant hill has reappeared, moved over about a foot. It now hides inside a bunch of plants I really don’t want to kill with a vinegar bath.
If you don’t hear from me for awhile, picture me going all “Caddyshack” on the ants. And the ants just keeping on, unaware of my existence. Yeah, why do I have a sinking feeling the ants are going to win this one?