Yesterday, the lady across the street parked her car in the middle of her yard to wash it and get extra use out of the water. North Texas hasn’t had rain in …, uh, a really long time. After yelling back and forth across the street, I went over to talk while she washed the car. She warned me about the fire ants by her front right tire. I grabbed the hose and rinsed and talked as she washed. We were well away from the place that the ants were crawling all over her tire.
However, having a car parked on top of their house and a lot of water pouring on top of them must have pissed them off more than normal. After a few minutes, my shoes & socks were covered. They had worked there way up the hose and were crawling on my arms.
Standing in her front yard, I immediately started trying to removed my shoes & wet sock and was trying to kill the creatures everywhere I could find them. They weren’t hard to find since they were biting me every time they got near my flesh. The neighbors probably didn’t know just how many clothes I was going to take off to get rid of them. After catching several heading up my thighs, I wasn’t sure where I was going to stop either.
Today, I have about 20 little blisters on my legs and a few more on my arms and wrist. I like going over and talking to her, but not at that expense.
I really don’t like fire ants.
Jim