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.