It happened yesterday at the Vanderbilt playground. Luckily it was already time to go when I started to experience sharp pains in my groin. I joked to my kids that we had to get going because I had ants in my pants.
Sure enough, there was an ant, a black one, which I had reduced to a pile of ant debris. Still there was one bent antenna sticking out of its head.
There were also ants in my dryer recently, but they were plastic - the Adam's pranks kind which we got at Toy Space. My daughter bought them to play tricks on her friends during a sleep over and I agreed to go along with it. But when ants come around, they go around, don't ya know.
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We ended up carrying a host of aphids into our apartment.
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