Although it’s been cold and rainy since August :(, we went for a trip again to find an anthill. When we were walking in the pine forest, it seemed as if every single insect would have disappeared. We saw some small spiders and dead butterflies and nothing else. The ground was muddy and cold. We almost gave up to find any ants when I spotted a huge, lonely one next to a dry-rotten tree.
First I wasn’t brave enough to put it on me but finally I succeeded to surmount my fear. First I put it on my foot and tried to make it angry to bite but it didn’t. Despite the ant’s peaceful attitude, I was way too frightened. Then I tried it on my pussy and my clitoris but there wasn’t any bites again.
On our way home I found an anthill surprisingly in the middle of a muddy road. I put my foot into the anthill but there were only some red ants and they didn’t bite me either despite me disturbing their home.
I think the cold made the ants comatose, probably they are already hibernated deep underground. We have to wait until spring comes. Whatever, at least I could practice a little to overcome my fear of ants.
