bikesncats
Senior Member
Anyone that has lived a while in Thailand knows red ants...anyone who's been in Isaan knows the particularly aggressive kind that lives here, a bite as nasty like no other ants. Turned against humans perhaps by centuries of seeing people raiding their nests and plundering their un-hatched offspring to turn them into soup, the painful bite is only matched by the viciousness of their well coordinated attacks.
I had just changed this morning, clean jeans and flip flops ready to head to town, when my GF asked to cut a few lime tree branches I had overseen during our little "clean-up" of our garden so, plug in the shrub saw and the job turned into an easy and quick fix. A couple of red ants started an attack which was swiftly subdued with a swipe of the hand.
Minutes later the saw was put away and I was on my way on myGF's scooter, heading across the main road and through the little village, coincidentally filled with people sitting around the new volleyball court they just finished, when...right as I was passing in front, a massive and endless series of burning bites reminded me of the red ants. I ground the scooter to a halt with screeching tires - as if I needed the attention to what I was about to do - and jumping off the scooter I was out of my pants before I even hit the ground. A perfectly coordinated attack had been launched against my waist, crouch and legs by a few dozen red ants who had managed to climb up my pants unnoticed.
Seemingly hell-bent on revenge by publicly making a fool out of me they picked the perfect timing to givehalf the village a massive laugh - I'm pretty certain it was the first timethey've seen a farang jump of the scooter pulling his pants off and swipingants off his balls - and give a new meaning to the phrase "riding with ants inyour pants".
I had just changed this morning, clean jeans and flip flops ready to head to town, when my GF asked to cut a few lime tree branches I had overseen during our little "clean-up" of our garden so, plug in the shrub saw and the job turned into an easy and quick fix. A couple of red ants started an attack which was swiftly subdued with a swipe of the hand.
Minutes later the saw was put away and I was on my way on myGF's scooter, heading across the main road and through the little village, coincidentally filled with people sitting around the new volleyball court they just finished, when...right as I was passing in front, a massive and endless series of burning bites reminded me of the red ants. I ground the scooter to a halt with screeching tires - as if I needed the attention to what I was about to do - and jumping off the scooter I was out of my pants before I even hit the ground. A perfectly coordinated attack had been launched against my waist, crouch and legs by a few dozen red ants who had managed to climb up my pants unnoticed.
Seemingly hell-bent on revenge by publicly making a fool out of me they picked the perfect timing to givehalf the village a massive laugh - I'm pretty certain it was the first timethey've seen a farang jump of the scooter pulling his pants off and swipingants off his balls - and give a new meaning to the phrase "riding with ants inyour pants".
