Everyday is a rainy day over here, and suddenly there are insects everywhere.
The random dragonfly that landed one day on the unwashed towels in the yard.
Snails.
Small black ones.
Small neutral coloured ones.
And big cone-shell snails that could take up the entire space of my palm.
And of course the unfortunate ones that got smashed underfoot.
Ants.
Small black ones.
Small red ones.
And big red ones with long clingy limbs.
And of course the unfortunate dog that gets them all over her paws and muzzle.
Ah yes, my silly dog will persist in inspecting all the grass patches and tree trunks swarming with big red ants. Heedless, she continues on. Until you make her sit. Then she seems to finally feel their stinging bites (probably), and still she sits there as if expecting them to depart from her paws on their own. Is it just my dog that is silly?
Out comes the wet tissue. Wipe them off, wipe them off!
If you see a crazy woman jumping up and down on a pile of wet tissues trying to kill those red ants while her silly dog sits there and pants, you know who it is!
