Ryan And Fire Ants

I grew up in New York. It wasn't until I was twenty two years old that I moved to South Carolina. A few summers after I moved, I went with my husband and son to the lake to go fishing. Ryan was a little over a year old at the time, and he was more interested in playing in the grass and dirt than fishing. I remember all of a sudden he started screaming, and when I looked over, I noticed he had sat down on an ant hill. I had never heard of red fire ants before, but thankfully Junior knew all abut them, and scooped Ryan up and headed for the water. I had no idea ants could be so mean. I ended up getting bit, too, and it was not fun. Poor Ryan was miserable the rest of the day. I am just glad he wasn't allergic to the bites.