Unbeknownst to me, stealthily scrum at my feet awaiting the simultaneous signal pheromone release
Searing fire explodes my dance begins little bastards
My worst encounter with fire ants resulted in over thirty stings. We’d had a Mullet fish fry and I had stuck the backbones in a bucket for crabbing. Later that night (and after numerous beers) I went out into the front yard to load the crab trap. About half way through the process I felt something weird all over my hands and arms and in a sudden flash of recognition but before I could utter “Oh shit!” they all stung in unison. I did what any drunk, sane person would do and hurled myself into the canal to rid myself of these unwanted stinging pests. “Next time” I muttered to myself, “I’ll remember to fill the chum bucket with water.”
So, you ask, what idiot would go out and deliberately smack a fire ant mound to get that perfect shot? (Slowly raises hand) and yes, I got stung. What we do for art, right?
Inspred by CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Tokubetsudesu #50 one-bun