Today was such a beautiful day and for once both Tanner and Jonathan had the day off, so we headed for the outdoors to work on the house. I let Georgie outside into the backyard with Reagan as I grabbed some bug poison from the shed to do a little grounds maintenance since we had been seeing spiders inside the house. Tanner got out the roll of Tyvek while Jonathan finished uninstalling one of the air conditioners. Reagan was running around the backyard reveling in the great outdoors and Georgie was standing in the tall grass looking around with big eyes when she started to cry.
You know how tempting it is to ignore a crying baby, especially when she's been whining all day, and you have just a little bit more to do before you are all done with your project. I'm glad I didn't do that today. For some reason, I suppose it was God prompting me, I put down my can of bug poison and walked over to where Georgie was standing -- In a Fire Ant Nest! I grabbed her, shouted to Tanner, ran to the hose and started to spray her and brush the ants off. Poor kid, she was hollering and crying. Tanner rushed over and did a much more thorough job since he's stepped in an ant's nest before. They were crawling all over her, in her diaper, her shoes, under her dress...I cringed as the little red welts began to appear, but was releaved to see that they were only on her legs. I grabbed my handy dandy bottle of Worcester Sauce and sprinkled a liberal amount over her legs.
Yes, a little known fact about Worcester Sauce is that it somehow neutralizes the cyanide from a fire ant bite so that the sting stops hurting and the itches stop itching. So, I'm inside right now. Georgie is climbing up the bar stools and onto the table. Reagan is hiding under the table, but no, she isn't going poo. Oh, well, at least I got 20 minutes of sunshine.
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