On Sep 26, 8:49 pm, katy wrote:
Scotty wrote:
"Frogwatch" wrote in message
oups.com...

". Another time a little boy was here playing
and a single fire ant bit him on his privates

that's what he gets for trying to screw an ant.

heh...when we were kids and on a family camping trip to the U.P. (my Dad
and his primitive camping trips), my brother sat on a log full of red
ants....hahahahaha...I never laughd so hard in all my life...I felt it
was the payback for mnay things he'd done to me and my sisters and was
justly deserved....we still remind him of it every now and again...

I grew up with seven sisters. My parents were not exactly well off
but we camped a lot here in N. FL. They had us convinced that we were
the luckiest kids in the world to be able to swim in an interesting
water moccasin infested swamp compared to those poor kids who had to
swim in boring motel pools. My earliest boating memory (I was 5) is
my mom giving a moccasin who as trying to climb into the canoe beside
me an "attitude adjustment" with the paddle. There was an enormous
"CLANG" as paddle hit aluminum like an axe and the snakes head fell in
front of me. I just wish I could give my kids half of the experiences
my parents gave us on so little money.