Country?

I have always prided myself on being a country girl. As such, I figured I knew almost everything about country living. Living in the city, however, must have dulled some of my "country sense". Let me tell you why:


I love walking around barefoot. So today, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with our pool pump (without shoes on, of course) and apparently stepped in an ant pile. I was quick enough on my feet that I only 3 or 4 bites. For most people, this would have been lesson learned, and therefore a very short blog post. I, however, am not most people.

Later, I decide to go take some pictures of my boys in the pool, and when I tired of that, decide I should go take some "artistic" photos to put on my blog. This all goes well until I decide to sit on the ground. Did I look for ant piles? Of course not! I just plop myself down in the grass to take some photos and pretty soon feel the sting of little ant pincers on my foot. Thinking "great!" I begin trying to get the ants off my foot, when I feel the ants biting my legs. My attention is immediately diverted from my foot to my legs, and I'm trying to get the ants of my legs, when I feel the ants biting my...butt. I look down and my white shorts are covered in little black dots. At this point, my brain sends the "freak out" signal to the rest of my body, and I begin to, well...freak out.

Let's just say it's a good thing I live in the country. I ran around the back of the house, and proceed to remove the offending articles of clothing as I'm running into the house. I can only hope that our neighbors up the hill do not sit on their front porch with binoculars watching us. Ants aren't easy to get off and I'm sure they would have been entertained. Even as I was typing, I felt another ant bite me on the neck.

Did I mention that I'm allergic to ants? So if you see me in the next few days, covered in red welts EVERYWHERE, feel free to laugh, because it is quite funny and even more itchy.