There are few things that I absolutely hate.
Fireants top the list, now that my late ex-husband is, um, late.
They've invaded the house now, so sleeping is less than optimal.
They seem to think I am a delicacy. Granted, I'm the sweetest person on earth, now that Mother Teresa has gone to the Great Beyond, but really, WHY ME!?!?!
They sting, and it hurts.
They get infected in a matter of minutes.
They leave scars.
Did I mention, they HURT!!!?
Time to bomb the house inside and out and hope I get all the queens...
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