
Watch out boy, they’ll chew you up.
Lesson one: Don’t live in Florida. Lesson two: if you do live in Florida, don’t walk your dog at night past a vacant lot filled with interesting sand structures. Because when the dog stops to take a leak, fire ants will swarm your sandaled feet like little knife-carrying berserkers.
They move quicker than you’d think. One second I’m trying to make out constellations in the hazy sky of Jacksonville; the next second I’m hopping around with my feet on fire. Holy shit! These little assholes are well-named. I got out of there pronto, but the damage was done.
That was three days ago. The last couple of nights I haven’t slept too well because of the pain and itching. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but the welts still look like small-caliber gunshot wounds.
Live and learn. Next time I take a walk, I’ll be watching the ground. Next time I get near anything that looks like an fire-anthill, I’ll have a HAZMAT suit and a flamethrower.
I learned that lesson in Texas one summer….not fun! Hope the worst is past.
As always, I enjoyed the song reference in the photo caption. Hope your feet are better now.
Thanks. They still look pretty hideous, but I believe the worst is over.