Ant Stories...

People usually get scared by Ghost stories. In our family, Madison and I get scared by Ant stories. If you haven't ever heard of them, sit back, and read some good ones! Our family is full of them!
Yesterday we were out in the front yard and she found ANTS. Madison is watching very closely to make sure they don't bite her. She doesn't trust me that those are the "nice" ants. I don't know what they are actually called. But I know they're not the "mean" ones.

Ever since we've moved to Florida we have discovered Fire Ants. There have been a few mishaps at our home with Madison and the ants. One evening, a few weeks after we moved here we were playing outside and she was climbing in the bushes. I was excited that my little girl wanted to be adventurous and get dirty. UNTIL she started screaming her head off and I had no idea what was going on. I took her out of the bushes and she didn't stop screaming, and then I found that her legs were covered with fire ants. The best remedy I have found for ant bites (because they hurt like the dickens!) is to soak in cool water. So, I stripped Madi and put her in the bath. It doesn't take away the bites... her legs were COVERED. Lesson learned... don't be adventurous in Florida! After that incident Madi didn't go on the lawn to play for MONTHS. Very not like her!

The next week she came into the family room one morning complaining of an ant bite. "Mean ants get me" she kept on telling me, while pointing into the kitchen. I was thinking, she's just traumatized from the last incident. I ignored her and told her that there were no ants in the house. She came back complaining numerous times that morning, so I'd figured I go check it out for her. I go in the kitchen, and there are a trail of fire ants. I call my husband in a panic wanting the get the ants out of here. (Dish soap did the trick.)

Then one day I was pulling weeds in the little garden we have out back. Madison, being the big helper she is, volunteered to help me. We were pulling weeds, and then she starts screaming that she has ants biting her. And low and behold, she had them crawling all over her hands and up her arm. That ended that fun bonding moment.... thanks a lot ants!

Now every time Madison sees an ant, even when its not a fire ant, she smooshes it to death. I remind her that there are nice ants and mean ants. We don't need to kill the nice ones, but she doesn't believe me. She wants REVENGE on those fire ants by killing every single ant she sees!