Fire ants have to be a reminant of the plagues sent to Egypt when Moses wanted to help free the Isrealites. They are wicked and bite with a vengance. They attack in droves and continue to bite over and over again until they are beaten off the victim. Thank heavens that my helpful neighbors were near. One ran to get vinegar and benadryl while the other made sure that Talia's beloved Lambies wasn't going to act like a Trojan horse. After being swatted and dowsed in vinegar, Talia was relatively calm about the whole ordeal and discussed it as one would discuss the weather. Her arm swelled up and it really appeared to be more akin to a contagious disease than bug bites. She still has some residual scars from the whole ordeal.
In other news, Conference weekend provides the opportunity for many fun diversions that never really happen at any other point. For example, we never watch 8 hours worth of TV in two days. We don't have loads of junk food while we watch and we most definitely don't make ourselves into Mummies with multiple rolls of toilet paper. I didn't really mind until I found out how much toilet paper was strewn all over the upstairs. Even then, I was only mildly bugged about the sheer waste of paper. Thank heavens it was creatively used instead of just for the sake of being destructive.
