Yesterday Zachary attempted to eat an enormous carpenter ant. Fortunately (I guess) the insect didn't want to be eaten and instead chomped down on Zachary's hand. I heard the sudden piercing screams and saw Zachary sitting on the floor holding his hand straight out in front of him. I turned his hand over and saw something black and ugly, so I did what any reasonable mother would do....I scooped him up and ran to Jeremy screaming hysterically about the "beetle-thing" attacking my child.
Jeremy did the manly thing and grabbed a tissue and killed the ant. Now, I am not normally afraid of ants, or any other bug for that matter. After years of owning reptiles I have reached into buckets filled with thousands of crickets and hand-fed my baby lizards....snagged superworms for my turtles....even grabbed 8 inch nightcrawlers out of dirt with nary a shudder. However, this was a particularly huge ant and it was attached to my baby's hand. Apparently these two factors change things dramatically.
When it was all over, Zachary's hand was bleeding a bit, from two small punctures made by the vile ant's bite. He stopped screaming as soon as it was removed, and is none the worse for wear.
Oh, and in case anyone thinks that we live in a filthy mice and insect infested house, let me assure you that prior to this week I have never seen a mouse or an ant in my house....maybe it is the crazy cold weather we are having?
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