…who reminded me that the blousing ribbons on those old BDU trous aren’t just for tripping over. I’m pretty sure we don’t have real fire ants here, but these were going for the title. Hurt like bad spider bites for a few hours, but now it has settled down to just itching welts. Probably picked up the hitchhikers while I was sitting on the ground cleaning up glass, though there’s a big and much-riled anthill right where they parked the Dumpster.
Since there’s so much to-and-fro on this gig, I actually revised the deal to get some compensation for fuel. I say it like that because normally I’m the world’s worst negotiator, but this job really reminds me I’m no longer young and I’m not giving anything away.
Today I’m staying away from it, just doing laundry and enjoying the pretty day. My back, joints and stump needed a break, but tomorrow I’ll have to hit it all the harder if I really hope to wrap this up by the end of next week.
There is nothing like kneeling down and starting to work on something like a trailer wheel when after a moment there is the feeling of crawlers inside pants moving up. Just remember it could have been worse.
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/tarantula-plane-air-transat-1.3590780?cmp=rss
Oh, it could be much worse. I can’t get an insect bite without wondering if I’ve finally neglected to avoid pissing off a Brown Recluse, and now I’m gonna lose another limb. 🙁
With that standard before me, a few ants don’t bother me much.
Your job is starting to sound too much like a real job. Ick.
Rumor has it those horrific tales of Brown Recluses are, well, mostly tales. I have an aquaintence who claims her BR bites were cured by happy thoughts. I’m not willing to test the validity of either story…
Shoulda just asked the landowners if they would be OK with you picking out a remoter spot, employing gulchendiggensmoothen to dig a (DEEP) pit, and then just scoop all that glass-n-dirt mix crap by the bucket load and cover it back up.
If you got big, pus filled blisters where you got bit, those were fire ants. If not, they weren’t. Fire ants are Satan’s Imps.
An acquaintance bitten by a brown recluse ended up with a large wound down to the bone which after many years, many treatments, and time in an oxygen chamber for the limb involved never did heal and looked very ugly. One of the nastiest critters I hope not to see on my property. At least snakes are useful, have no idea what possible good a brown recluse can do.
Gosh. Thanks, Zelda. You always look on the bright side of things.