I stare at the mirror, I'm studying the growing red lump on my forearm. An ant bite, a mysterious black ant with a feriocious bite, gave me this lump. We had driven to our friends 350 acre farm for the day, and it had been a good day, until I sat upon the green grass to rest.
Before I knew what had happened, it sunk its chompers into my flesh, and left me squealing and swearing. My friend looked at me like I was a lettuce growing legs! How could an ant bite hurt?, I bet she was wondering! Well previously I thought much the same thing.
Until the day of the dangerously painful BLACK ANT (which I suspect was a deadly hybrid of the meat ant and the fire ant).
Well, apart from that, our farmyard trip was lovely. Sitting on top of a grassy knoll, or at the top of a rocky mountain, there isn't much to worry about. The view of the grassy patchwork quilt below you is like being given permission to breathe a sigh of relief, quite enjoyable.
More on my trip to the Gold Coast soon, where an awesomely created Sushi Train was devoured, and sand-filled board shorts were obtained.
Holiday Harriot.
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