Thursday - Ants
Nov. 10th, 2005 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was being attacked by the tiny ghosts of the fire ants I had killed when they decided that my foot was invading their turf when I stepped out on my back porch this morning.
I am amazed at the way they wait until there are a certain minimum of their number on your bare flesh before one of them gives out some sort of signal for them to all start biting you at once. After the initial assault where you crush and wipe them from your stinging skin, you still find the stray soldier ant wandering on your pajamas or munching on your elbow.
After they are dead, it can take a full day to exorcise the ghost ants you are left with. You feel them crawling on you in places that they never reached when they were alive. A tickle tracks its way across your back or up your arm, but when you look or reach there is nothing there. I swear there was one on my neck a few seconds ago. The ghosts, like the real ants that proceeded them, bite. I just had a ghost and bite my left back shoulder and the inside of my right knee. There are no welts, but there is also nothing left to kill this time. I just have to wait until these small vicious spirits get bored and crawl off to where ever fire ants go when they die. Hell, I hope.
I am amazed at the way they wait until there are a certain minimum of their number on your bare flesh before one of them gives out some sort of signal for them to all start biting you at once. After the initial assault where you crush and wipe them from your stinging skin, you still find the stray soldier ant wandering on your pajamas or munching on your elbow.
After they are dead, it can take a full day to exorcise the ghost ants you are left with. You feel them crawling on you in places that they never reached when they were alive. A tickle tracks its way across your back or up your arm, but when you look or reach there is nothing there. I swear there was one on my neck a few seconds ago. The ghosts, like the real ants that proceeded them, bite. I just had a ghost and bite my left back shoulder and the inside of my right knee. There are no welts, but there is also nothing left to kill this time. I just have to wait until these small vicious spirits get bored and crawl off to where ever fire ants go when they die. Hell, I hope.
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Date: 2005-11-10 05:49 pm (UTC)The guy at the desk next to me is a practicing Catholic. Maybe I can have him score me some holy water that I can sprinkle all over myself and recite, "In the name of all that is Holy, I order you, six-legged spawns of Satan, to leave this woman!!!"