Ants In My Pants

I tackled the 2 foot tall weed patch in front of my house that was thriving from the winter rains. As I was making great progress on the weed botanical garden, I was scooting along as I cleared new patches of gravel. I ended up sitting on fire ants I had disturbed. And disturbed they were, expressing their rage by biting me. They are called fire ants for a reason, their bite packs a heated punch! It was the worst case of ants in my pants I have ever had.

I jumped up to do a bit of a jig in my driveway to clear the buggars from my shorts. Good thing it was a weekday, not many neighbors were in the 'hood.

I uncovered an archaeological find. Stonehenge of Maui.