Can't Sleep; Ants Will Eat Me

I spent Saturday afternoon in the front yard trying to clean up some of the landscaping. I was particularly annoyed by a patch of weeds growing next to our garage and made it my goal to clear them away. In pulling the weeds, however, I managed to unleash Satan's own army of ants. They were everywhere and they were pissed.

Jay had insisted that I wear shoes and socks rather than my flip-flops, but it wasn't long before the ants were climbing up my shoes and into my short socks. I went inside to change into long socks, but that didn't help much. Pretty soon they were crawling up my pant legs and biting me everywhere, all the way up to my back.

It's a good thing our neighbors are too far away to see into our yard because I panicked. I left a trail of shoes, socks, pants, and yes, even drawers, from the driveway through the garage and into the house.

I decided to leave the ants alone and work on our flowerbeds instead, but I itched for the rest of the day.