Hot afternoons in Florida bring on not only intense heat but also roving cavalries of insects. They must be armor-plated, since no bug treatment seems to phase them. Ants, in particular. Fire and black ants. They have hides like Kevlar.
They're very good at social networking. The leader has an excellent command strategy. He maintains a covey of dedicated followers hard at work burrowing and heaving the earth. Armed with a bag of ant pellets, I sprinkle on more than I should over the billowing mounds, watering, as directed. Promises a dead mound in 24 hours..
Needless to say, I'm back outside the following day and find that the Ant Commander has evaded death by strategically issuing his troops underground in a SE direction another 2 feet.
I surrender to the army of ants, and go inside to put on my swimsuit. My son 's left the chaise outside on the grass, so barefooted, I go back outside. As I'm carrying the chaise through the lanai screen door, I step on a new mound. Legions of black ants are scurrying between my toes and up my calves.
Yelping, I swat them off. My feet are burning and intensely itchy. I know the ants have drilled and spit a special anti-human potion into my body. I also know that the effectiveness of their bites will last more than 24 hours.. say more like 2 months. Yes, the ants have won again.