The only thing worse than a fire ant bite is several fire ant bites.
Yep, I stepped on an ant hill.
For a moment, I was wearing an ant sock.
I got about half a dozen bites, and I’m surprised there weren’t more.
Right now it’s just a little sting.
But I know that in the middle of the night, I am going to wake up with napalm-filled blisters.
Stupid ants.