You know the old saying:
Don’t Squat With Your Spurs On.
Here’s another version:
Watch Where You Squat.
Because they’re everywhere.
And are they ever.
On fire, that is.
Anyone who’s encountered them knows what I mean.
They move fast as fleas.
And are about the same size.
The pain they inflict surpasses other bites and stings.
Maybe because they bite you first, and then sting.
If you just arrived on Planet Earth, North America, United States, Texas, Mason County, then beware.
Fire ants make mounds of dirt like a gopher would.
(Give me a gopher any day.)
Upon closer look, you’ll see hundreds of itty bitty indentations in the mound’s surface.
Similar to a doll’s head when all the hair is pulled out.
Poke it with a stick and watch the mound come alive.
Make sure it’s a long stick.
Talk about mean and evil.
They say fire ants are killing all the quail.
The ants attack the chicks as they hatch.
They also swarm in the eyes of newborn fawns and kill them.
They’re killing off the horny toads too.
Horny toads eat ants—the big red kind known as Texas harvesters.
But fire ants destroy the harvesters.
So horny toads starve.
Recently someone claimed fire ants eat ticks and fleas.
Remedies abound for killing the dreaded F.A.
Even T.V. commercials spout about sure-fire deterrents.
Jeff Durst at The Green House sells a killer product.
It’s all natural.
And it works.
Mason Feed Store carries another.
So does Donop’s.
Be sure you treat only the fire ants.
Too many of the good guys are being poisoned as well.
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And watch your step.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.