Yesterday I experienced first hand one of those Texas things that makes life spicier to a salsa-rrific degree. I mowed the top off a fire-ant colony that I didn’t know was there. In fact, I didn’t realize what I had done until my feet and legs began to burn with numerous pinpricks of volcanically heated acid. I left my shoes in the yard. I left my pants on the floor in the kitchen. My hands got bitten as I slapped at ants on my feet and legs. I went immediately to the bathtub and soaked my wounds in hot water. Now I am covered in little white bumps that sting and itch and hurt, and my allergic reaction to the bites makes me feel like I have a bad cold. So, there is the reason I have to do a lazy, short post again. Not just because I am basically lazy, or because I am hiding out from neighbors who were terrified to see me suddenly take my clothes off in the yard… But because fire ants gave me boo-boos.
Catch a Falling Star 
Ouch! Luckily we don’t have such hazards;-)
Killer bees and fire ants… it’s a Texas thing. You have to laugh as they bite and sting you to pieces, because it’s the cowboy way.
Ugh! How awful!
I wasn’t enjoying it at the time, but looking back on it, me hopping around trying to get my pants off with one hand while slapping at the biting little buggers with the other was probably pretty hilarious to watch. A shame there was no video to go viral on YouTube.
Before I got to your last line, I thought, that would make a great youtube vid!