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.
Thank you. Thank you. I had a good laugh. I remember why I started reading your blog regularly.
ReplyDeleteOh, 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.
ReplyDeleteGreat 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.
ReplyDeleteOuch. 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!
ReplyDeleteI try to keep a few Benadryl tablets with me for that very reason....OUCH!
ReplyDeleteHey, where are you??
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