This is a worker fire ant. I work with upwards of 100 of them every day. They bite. They bite especially hard when I work from home, because if I'm not available to chew on in person, I'm fair game via email or phone. If I don't respond within five minutes, I'm goofing off. Nevermind the conference call I was on with another client when they tried to call, nor the WebEx I was on with another one when they tried to send me email.
Guess what? The information and connectivity age is great, but NO, you may NOT have my full attention when I'm busy taking a 15 second break to go pee.
Oz thinks these imported fire ants are the biggest pest since rabbits. Since rabbits can easily be shot, and fire ants are normal in the South (although I'd prefer not to have to shoot a 7-iron off the top of a mound full of them, which I HAVE had to do in Kiawah, SC), pfft.
What? The fire ants are going to kill all the sheep and roos there? I think not. If this is all they are worried about, in a government-issued photo about what to look out for, they don't know fire ants from Aunt Mathilda. THAT'S supposed to be a fire ant mound? Um, wait until it's four feet tall. THEN it's a fire ant mound.
Believe me, I've been stung by them and had to swat them off my legs with my bare hands and a golf towel. They are nasty little b@stards, but they aren't the end of the world.
They're called sales people. Hate them as you will, but live with them.
Guess what? The information and connectivity age is great, but NO, you may NOT have my full attention when I'm busy taking a 15 second break to go pee.
Oz thinks these imported fire ants are the biggest pest since rabbits. Since rabbits can easily be shot, and fire ants are normal in the South (although I'd prefer not to have to shoot a 7-iron off the top of a mound full of them, which I HAVE had to do in Kiawah, SC), pfft.
What? The fire ants are going to kill all the sheep and roos there? I think not. If this is all they are worried about, in a government-issued photo about what to look out for, they don't know fire ants from Aunt Mathilda. THAT'S supposed to be a fire ant mound? Um, wait until it's four feet tall. THEN it's a fire ant mound.
Believe me, I've been stung by them and had to swat them off my legs with my bare hands and a golf towel. They are nasty little b@stards, but they aren't the end of the world.
They're called sales people. Hate them as you will, but live with them.
3 Comments:
Nice trick! There is something about your mind that I love--ingenuity!
I'm allergic to those fuckers and hate them to death. I didn't know you have them in Jersey! Damn!
We don't have them, here, Bud. I just run into them in a swath from the Carolinas through the SW. At worst, we have skeeters, blackflies, and Northern Timber Rattlesnakes. I never knew what a blackfly was until I visited the Woodstock, NY area last July 4, and our skeeters here are nothing like the vicious b@$tards you find in MN, but our rattlers have just as nasty a temperament as any other rattler, if you surprise them.
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