The little bastards thought me & the Mrs had wooden legs

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LWR

We are sitting outside having a conversation and happy that it is only 88 degrees while down in the flats it is 107. At first I thought the drinks were a tad too strong...that itching...more and more, suddenly all four of our legs, her's gorgeous to die for, and my two gnarly dangling atrocities are festooned with a crazed herd of carpenter ants. Usually they eat wood, no food? Then they get pissed off and decide to try human flesh....
It must have appeared to be two Irish people high on meth, LSD and Quaalude dancing an incredibly fast Irish jig to an invisible band with no PA system
There are now several hundred thousand dead ants floating around ....drowned by one angry and vengeful guy who hates dancing jigs.

Edits: 06/24/15

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Topic - The little bastards thought me & the Mrs had wooden legs - LWR 17:58:01 06/24/15 (5)

around here we have fire ants - Alpha Al 07:31:00 06/25/15 (1)

RE: around here we have fire ants - Awe-d-o-file 07:43:46 06/25/15 (0)

RE: The little bastards thought me & the Mrs had wooden legs - Douger 18:20:52 06/24/15 (2)

Water was the first thought - LWR 18:23:40 06/24/15 (1)

Glad that fire wasn't the first thought. nt - free.ranger 18:57:36 06/24/15 (0)

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