A Note on Yet Another Cliche
You've heard the saying, "You are acting like you've got ants in your pants." Well, I now know exactly what that saying means.
I was minding my own business, conducting an archaeological survey in the Beaver Dam Mountains, when I felt a distinct, sharp, bite on the inside of my thigh. Yeah, a bite. At first, I thought I had stumbled on a cactus and it had started to stab me in a delicate area. But then, the pricking sensation continued again and again and again. I couldn't make it stop. I started jumping up and down and rubbing myself in a not-so-flattering manner. I was with a female co-worker, so I couldn't just drop my pants and take care of things. Believe me, I wanted to. After a few minutes, though, I figured the avoidance of pain outweighed good taste. I ran behind the truck and stripped down. When I had finally exposed the area, I saw the little bounder with an evil little look on his face. I killed him...but not before he bit me again.
I think my co-worker is still laughing. I, in the meantime, am trying to control the swelling with a well-placed ice pack. Oh, the horror.
I was minding my own business, conducting an archaeological survey in the Beaver Dam Mountains, when I felt a distinct, sharp, bite on the inside of my thigh. Yeah, a bite. At first, I thought I had stumbled on a cactus and it had started to stab me in a delicate area. But then, the pricking sensation continued again and again and again. I couldn't make it stop. I started jumping up and down and rubbing myself in a not-so-flattering manner. I was with a female co-worker, so I couldn't just drop my pants and take care of things. Believe me, I wanted to. After a few minutes, though, I figured the avoidance of pain outweighed good taste. I ran behind the truck and stripped down. When I had finally exposed the area, I saw the little bounder with an evil little look on his face. I killed him...but not before he bit me again.
I think my co-worker is still laughing. I, in the meantime, am trying to control the swelling with a well-placed ice pack. Oh, the horror.
posted by Cool Dad at Wednesday, August 01, 2007
6 Comments:
Thank you. Thank you. I had a good laugh. I remember why I started reading your blog regularly.
Oh, no! If I'd been the woman with you, I'd have not blinked if you'd dropped trou in front of me. Heck, I might have killed the bugger for you.
Great story, beautifully told. I'm glad Michele sent me over.
I don't kill bugs, but I have gotten quite good at "helping" them off my arm or leg or wherever with a little help from my finger. Those ants are something else, aren't they? Hello from Michele.
Ouch. I can only compare this to horse flies who bite the bit of you that they can get at through the chairs on the patio ... nasty little blighters!
I try to keep a few Benadryl tablets with me for that very reason....OUCH!
Hey, where are you??
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