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I remember that story, haven't read it in a long while. Pretty creepy. I grew up with fire ants, of course, living in the deep South. If you walk near a fire ant nest, you'll be covered in them, and every bite leaves a tiny blister that itches like the dickens. If you scratch it, you'll get a nasty rash. As a kid you learn to stay out of cow pastures, and other places where fire ants nest. DDT worked, but we don't have DDT anymore, for good reasons, of course. I don't like to kill insects, but fire ant nests call for gasoline, poured liberally all over the nest. As for lighting the gasoline, ask Ish. |
