Ant Rant

I did not know before this trip that I hated ants.  I may have been occasionally annoyed, or dismayed, but never before did I hate them.

That was then.

This is now.

And now, I hate them.  They are everywhere, and in everything.  All different kinds and sizes.  I used to have a hard time believing that the mass of ants in the world outweighed the humans.  I believe it now.

The super tiny ones are the most prolific and are in the most unexpected places, like under the cap in my bottle of honey, swarming around the hand-soap tray, and on my computer screen just now as I’m writing this.  They are mostly just annoying, as most of the time they don’t cause any pain or serious mischief.

The slightly larger black ones are the worst. They tend to hang out on the food we need to handle, like the beans we needed to shell bags and bags of.  They also tend to be about on the ground, say where you’d like to walk, or where you’re sweeping.  And these ones are the suck.  I thought they were biting me, or stinging me in some way.  Nope.  Turns out they piss on you.  And their piss is acidic, and burns like a son-of-a-bitch.  For, like, a long time.  So randomly, throughout your day, you’ll go to brush something off you and it will be one of these fucking ants, and they will piss on you as they depart, or you’re foot will just start burning in a few places and you’ll realize you should probably not be standing where you are….  Ugh.  They are awful.

There are also red fire ants here.  Thankfully, I have not yet had an encounter with them, except for seeing them.  Apparently they hurt you really badly, and is lasts a really long time.

There are bugs of all sorts all over the freaking place here, but I do believe the ants are the worst, and may never forgive ants for what they have done to me this trip.