So this morning, I was standing out by the car, waiting for Budman to come unlock it for me. He was taking to long, so I headed back toward the house to help him look for the keys.
About that time, he came outside, and at the moment, I felt pain on my leg. When I looked down, I realized that my slacks, shoes and trouser socks were COVERED in ants.
Yes, I know this kinda sh*t only happens to me.
Yes, I know I'm a gigantic dork.
Shall I continue??
So I let out a little squeak, kicked off my shoes and began brushing the ants off. The little bastards were biting me through my trouser socks, and I was already itchy.
Budman, I believe, was torn between concern and wanting to laugh at me. He managed to feign enough concern that I didn't have to kill him.
So, after I quickly rid my self of the passengers, I was able to hop in the car so we could get on our way to work. And all I could think the whole way there is "I really hope I got them all, 'cause if I brought any ants into this car, Budman's going to have kittens."