Yesterday I was at a friend's house. It was a pleasant summer evening so we decided to have toast marshmallows around her permanant camp fire-pit.
Problem: it was overrun with weeds - combination of lots of rain and hot days.
So I volunteered to weed it while she cooked dinner (we have 5 sons between the 2 of us).
So I start weeding. After a few minutes I was feeling uncomfortable all over. I decided it was a heat rash so ignored it and kept going.
I was making great progress. After 10 minutes most of the weeds were out. But I was in pain all over my torso, legs and arms.
I looked down and I was covered with thousands of ants. I then realised they were crawling in my pants. I looked down my shorts and they were crawling. So I jump up and start running towards the house.
"I'VE GOT ANTS IN MY PANTS .... AAAARGH!! !"
My friend is looking at me strangely. I worry that she thinks I'm suffering acute psychosis so I rip off my t-shirt and shorts (partly through pain and partly to prove to her I'm not psychotic".
My friend looks at my. "OH MY GOD .... YOU'VE GOT ANTS IN YOUR PANTS!! !!"
I'm usually shy about nudity but just wanted to get my clothes off. So I ripped them off in front of my friend and jumped in the shower.
The clothes were dumped on the verendah - crawling with ants.
Later as we sat around the camp-fire, I took great satisfaction in knowing thousands of ants were being burned (this coming from me - a vegetarian).
All in all - a very humerous event.
Helen
My sister and I had a similar experience with ants when we were small. We were playing on the backyard with a big wire wooden spool, we took some small wooden boxes and made a makeshift dinner table. When my mom came to see what we were doing, she noticed we had thousands of ants in our pants but we didn't know