Did I mention that these were FIRE ants? Take the good ole Louisiana fire ant bite and then rub some Tabasco sauce in it and you will get close to what these feel like when they strike. If I showed you a picture of my legs right now you would see that they are peppered with red bite marks from these evil critters.
I tried poison.
I tried digging into the ant pile to kill the queen ant.
I tried different poison.
I almost tried diesel...I am a desperate woman.
Finally I have decided that I will have to share the ground with them....for now. I will keep killing them, one by one, if I have to, but for now the only thing I can do is protect myself. My armor: gloves, socks, pants, shoes, and long sleeves. I'll never get a tan at this rate, but at least I won't become one big, red, itchy bug bite.
Now, I know the ants are out there. I know what I have to do to protect myself. And yet, I still get the occasional sting...here's why:
- I am too prideful. Yep, prideful...I know they are there so I will just watch for them and kill them before they sting me. HA, that never works.
- I say, "I'll just be out there a minute, they won't have time to sting me." You know how long it takes for an ant to sting you? Me neither, but it is quick, like lightening. You can't out run them.
- I am too lazy to put on all of the armor. I'll just wear my gloves, and then I get stung on the toe.
- I stay in one spot too long. If I am there long enough, that one rogue ant will pick its way through all of my defenses and strikes.