This morning I jumped out of bed to the sound of fire trucks. I looked
out the window, saw flames, and started running for the door. I threw
on some clothes that I'd left on the love sac and they got me. My
clothes were full of fire ants. Now I've got a bunch of puss filled
bites all over me and the fire was a controlled burn. I spent the
ballance of the morning murdering millions of ants.