Okay, so you know that scene in Silence of The Lambs where the creepy guy is trying to lure the woman into his creepy van by pretending to struggle with loading a sofa all by his lonesome? That would never, ever happen to me. I would never be that woman. If anyone ever got it into their head that they wanted to lure me near enough to capture me, all they'd have to do is crouch down and pretend to pull weeds or pot an oregano plant. That's the kind of thing that makes me drop my guard.
I invited myself over to my neighbor's yard yesterday when I saw her pulling weeds. There are dragonflies and butterflies and dogs over there, too. All sorts of things that are different than the things in my yard that I have already taken photos of ad infinitum.
One of the best things about the neighbor is that she can identify nearly every green thing that comes out of the earth. I love it. We mow our weeds down to the dirt, she hand pulls weeds because they aren't all weeds! And then she seeds the bare spots with I'm not sure what, but eventually her yard is going to be a fine natural habitat for even more butterflies and dragonflies and birds.
All of this to tell you that I invited myself over there and tromped around in the grasses/weeds wearing flip flops on my feet. Somewhere under all of that greenery I plopped my left foot in a fire ant mound. The burning was intense and when I looked down my foot was covered, just covered with fire ants. I would have ran it under the water faucet sooner than I did but I was chasing a butterfly and trying to photograph it with its wings open but it was taking forever. In the end I did not get a good butterfly photo at all. I did get a dozen or so bites and had to fish out the calamine lotion.
The only thing I can say in my defense is that had I been able to get a decent photograph, it would have been worth all of the bites.