Usually, I go by the motto "Live and let live" when it comes to insects. The only exception is if they enter the forbidden zone (ie the house). Then you've come into my territory and you must die.
However, today I am making an exception. This weekend, I was trying to make the front yard more presentable for a big family gathering that we had on Sunday. As I was removing some dead vines from around the mailbox, this swarm of brown-red ants came pouring out of the ground. Apparently, one of them was in the vines cause the little SOB stung me. I guess they were fire ants? I don't know, but I know that it hurt. And I developed this small white blister on my hand. (Don't you hate it when the smallest injury is so painful. You feel like a big baby but man, it hurts!)
Yesterday, I called our exterminator to see if they could do anything about our unfriendly squatters. The ants have their appt with destiny in about an hour and a half. I can't say that I am going to miss them. Maybe I'll play "Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire" to mark the occasion.
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