My lawn is a sterile oasis of calm and peace that Buddhist monks come to lie on, but it was not always like that and you'd have enjoyed the fire ants.
A friend of mine from Virginia relates a story of how she and her amour were frolicking in the woods and the chiggers ate them up.
When i was a boy of about 7, we lived in a house that had originally been built on sheep farming land and those mites attacked me. It's odd to see your own skin squirming, but they burrow under it and it's more than just itchy. The treatment at the time was to be painted with a chemical all over your skin except for your face, hands and feet, and i recall standing stark naked as my mother painted me with this chemical.
It burned. This was repeated nightly for 3 days and then all my pyjamas and bedsheets were
thrown out.
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