Hah. Little fuckers. Didn’t like that bug spray, now, did you?

so my mom got home from the vet — Feet’s feet are fine — and the conversation goes like this:

me: Mom! There are ants in my car!
her: (doomed voice) Uh-oh.
me: I don’t know if they’re fire ants or–
her: (more doomed voice) They’re fire ants.

but this must be something with which texans are familiar, as she whipped out a handy bottle of magic fire ant killer, and sprayed the little fuckers into the next life.

go mom!

now i just worry that they’ve infiltrated my upholstery and some of them aren’t dead like they deserve to be. i’m going to stop at the grocery in town and buy my own bottle of magic fire ant killer and keep it handy, just in case.