Putting on pants covered in fire ants

This morning I was preparing to repair my future money maker, A 1997 Ford 350 tour bus. TulaneLSU poorboy tours of New Orleans

I still regularly wear my high school uniform. A beautiful pair of khaki pants and Bates leather shoes. I still firmly recall the trip to Skobel’s with Mother nearly 2 decades ago. She wisely told me to take good care of these clothes. If I did they could last a lifetime. So far she has been right. I love that uniform and even though now it has stains it’s a great outfit for a night on the town, a trip to church, or a morning in the shop.

Unfortunately this morning my pants had a very unpleasant surprise in them. I didn’t realize it until I had them zipped up, buttoned and belted.

First sensation was almost like a friend tickling you. That was followed by a less pleasant sting.Within 10 seconds my legs and privates I have a four alarm fire on them.

I look down and see hundreds of fire ants scurrying about the outside of the pants. I quickly remove my pants and realize I am covered in them. I jump in the shower, wash them off, but it’s too late. My lower body looks as it hasn’t since I had chicken pox.

I will have to take this up with my landlord. And I will take this as a bad omen and as well hold on doing any automotive work today.