Omg, Mata! That is horrifying! I'm already dealing with ticks here. Yikes. This reminded me of when I was tiny and my dad took me and my mom fishing. The river was straight off the mountains. I was probably 3 and accidentally stood on a red ant hill and they swarmed me. Into my rubber boots, up my overalls...pinching and pinching. I was screaming and Dad grabbed me by the back of my little coat and dunked me straight into the river. So cold!
You never forget those kinds of experiences! As I said in the little post-story bit, I had a similar childhood event as inspiration. Thanks for commenting, and I'm so glad to have horrified you 😁😂
Omg, Mata! That is horrifying! I'm already dealing with ticks here. Yikes. This reminded me of when I was tiny and my dad took me and my mom fishing. The river was straight off the mountains. I was probably 3 and accidentally stood on a red ant hill and they swarmed me. Into my rubber boots, up my overalls...pinching and pinching. I was screaming and Dad grabbed me by the back of my little coat and dunked me straight into the river. So cold!
You never forget those kinds of experiences! As I said in the little post-story bit, I had a similar childhood event as inspiration. Thanks for commenting, and I'm so glad to have horrified you 😁😂
That really is horrible. Good job.
Thank you!
Gave me flashbacks to the childhood fear of fire ants! Of course then I thought they were actually burning me with fire and not biting me.
Note to self: next week, ants with flamethrowers.