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To: Rambi who wrote (65964)	11/29/2004 9:48:13 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I feel very inadequate. The only fish I have a personal relationship with is Charley the Tuna and that's been rocky ever since I ate his nephew. Well, don't feel too badly. You're certainly not in a minority. I expect that we've reached at point at which there really aren't too many people who have spent time catching and handling frogs, minnows, crayfish, turtles, snakes and so on. It's becoming a very different world than the one I grew up in. Did I tell you that I went out to the poolhouse the other day and in the bathroom was an ENORMOUS red ant hill? IN THE BATHROOM! INSIDE! MY BATHROOM! We are not talking small little anthill. We are talking a red ant Mount Everest. We get big anthills here too. Not red ants, but just a kind of black ant that builds hills that get to be about 4 feet in diameter and a foot tall. There are dozens of them in the fields and forest here at my farm. Last year, a friend had an exterminator in to kill off some carpenter ants in her house, and this guy went on and on the whole time he was there, ranting about how, "Mark my words... the ants are going to take over the world within ten years!!!" Actually, the thought of this makes me laugh. The world might well be better off once the ants are in control. <g> -croc

To: Rambi who wrote (65964)	11/29/2004 11:27:39 AM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Indoor red ants? The Yuppieville variety is certainly more sophisticated than the strictly outdoor dwellers of my boyhood on the plains of South Texas. In our pre-TV days of the early '50s, red ants provided some of our entertainment, including frying them with a magnifying glass and capturing them in a Crisco can that we buried at ground level -- the ants would crawl up to the greasy rim of the can and topple in. It was cruel. Sorry Croc, but maybe you'll feel better knowing that we occasionally suffered a red ant sting, which hurt as badly as Rambi described. I think I remember that Clorox provided relief. In South Texas the red ant is the mascot of a small-town high school. The Progreso Red Ants -- the name alone must strike fear in their opponents.