FarmerBob
Silver Member
If you've ever been stung by those pesky lil critters, then you'll understand how they came to be known as "fire" ants /w3tcompact/icons/mad.gif. I've been stung enough times in my life that now I look for <font color=red>pure revenge</font color=red> when a mound appears on my property. Luckily, Central Arkansas hasn't become heavily infested, but the numbers seem to increase annually. I guess some people would call me cruel or inhumane, but when it comes to fire ants... <font color=blue>MERCY</font color=blue> is not in my vocabulary /w3tcompact/icons/wink.gif. When I find a mound, I run for my shop and grab my propane blowtorch... stir the nest with a stick to get the lil ***** aggrevated 'n swarm'n... then hit 'em with the <font color=orange>flamethrower</font color=orange> /w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif. They are now transformed from "pesky critters" to "crispy critters" /w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif. I then give 'em a few hours to bury the dead (or whatever they do to get rid of the bodies of their fallen comrads) then I repeat the process /w3tcompact/icons/mad.gif. Although I know I'm not get'n to the queen, it gives me great pleasure to know that I'm giving them a taste of their own medicine. And... actually... after a couple of "treatments" with the torch... they abandon the nest and don't return /w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif. I just hope the good Lord don't hold it against me come judgement day /w3tcompact/icons/crazy.gif.
FarmerBob
FarmerBob