Sammy came over tonight for dinner. She and RC were playing out in the backyard. T was out there with them on and off just to make sure that they were ok.
Suddenly all were ushered inside. T reports that RC has been dragging a piece of plastic through one of the resident fire ant hills. Royally ticked ants do not make for a pleasant play space and our yard, unfortunately, is mostly ants right now.
Later he tells me what he witnessed:
Slow dragging across the hills. "I make ants walk."
Faster dragging. *giggle* "I make ants run."
Frantic swishing of the plastic through the ants. *borderline maniacal laugh* "Ants HAPPY!!!!"
Yeah...happy...especially when they manage to find your feet. So much for my lessons to fear the ants.
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