Ugh. I HATE when this happens.
Here’s the scenario:
I’ll have come back from feeding and be sitting at my desk, ready to write.
La lala laaa lala…
Dum dedum dum…
Then all of a sudden, I’ll feel it.
“Hmmmm, did my hair just move unnaturally… or… aw, it was nothing…”
I continue with my work.
La laa ladedah la…
“HEY HEY, I felt that! My hair definitely moved unnaturally that time!”
I take a swipe at my hair.
…Must have been my imagination…
Ho HUm, humhum deladedah…
And then it happens… dangling from the tip of one strand of bang – is the culprit.
He was waving at me from right in front of my right eyeball.
AGHHHHHHHHH AKK AKKK!
Faster than the speed of light, I flicked my bang and sent the ant into a triple pike somersault. It landed on my desk and made the sound that only an incoming insect can make…
There it was. Running across my desk calendar.
“I must remove it humanely”, I thought to myself – once I had calmed down.
So, I caught it on a piece of paper and put it outside.
…Back to work…
EXCEPT, IT IS NEVER JUST ONE…
The thing is, the ant ended up in my hair because I moved through the fenceboards to do something inside of one of the pastures.
I must have interrupted one of the gazillion ‘ant highways’ that intersect on my fences.
Except… the problem is…my fences are black, and so are the ants.
Unless I am looking for them (which I inevitably forget when I’m on a mission), I swipe my noggin right along the Interstate – and several opportunistic troopers grab on for a ride.
So even though I have discovered one and humanely set him back outside, I know there are more…
I SHOULD HAVE JUST TAKEN A SHOWER IMMEDIATELY.
I have learned to get in the shower as soon as I find one ant in my hair. Because if I don’t, I will drive myself crazy slapping at my neck and fretting over any perceived motion.
However, at this time, I was too busy doing what I was doing to remember that I should just get in the shower.
So, I didn’t…
And then it happened.
Running along the top of my glasses was another ant. The King Kong of ants – or at least that is how big it seemed at the top of my reading glasses – was running back and forth.
I threw off my glasses like a quarterback (about 50 yards) and went running into the bathroom, shedding my clothes as if they were on fire. On went the water and in went my body – whether the water was warm or not.
I couldn’t wash my hair fast enough.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY…
It is great owning and housing horses… just look before you squeeze through fence boards – or you’ll be taking several showers mid day!