Oh the joys of summer time. The birds chirping, crickets at night, and evil ants. Yes I said ants.
My husband got it in his head to cut down a rotting tree in our front yard before a storm came through and broke it naturally, but into our fence.
Being the good wife I headed out and helped him with this. We'll I must remind you all we are not very country. So what do we start this process with... An axe. That's right, we start cutting the damn thing down with an axe. I decide it looked like fun and want to help. Picking it up I hate a couple wacks and it's working. I do a stupid gittu girly laugh at my excitement.
We'll like most things it's short lived. I swing and hit my target. However this target had other plans. I hit a pocket full of ants that had created a home. They scurry everywhere. Up the axe handle, up my legs. I drop the axe and start doing the dance of what I like to call the creepy crawler dance. I start spotting everything in sight.
I can handle anything, if it doesn't touch me. Once they do all bets are off for me acting like a mature adult. So what does my husband do at this point. He is sitting back laughing and at one point he starts taking pictures!!! Pictures.
Needless to say we rented a chainsaw the next day and I took my ant aggression out on them suckers as the tree came crashing down and cut into peices.
Oh the joys of being me.