I moved to Houston back in '89. First thing that happened was my then 5 year old daughter jumped out of the truck and onto a mound of fire ants. In about 15 seconds, she starts jumping up and down and screaming, "Oh my God!" We didn't know what was going on...having just moved from Omaha, we'd not seen fire ants...we finally got hold of her and brushed the ants off her legs and told her to scream, "ants!" next time. I learned to hate fire ants in the 6 years we lived in Houston, and I became very adept at killing them. The little bas****s still got me a few times, though. They are the meanest, most ill tempered little creature on God's earth. I hate 'em.
Sorry, didn't mean to hijack the thread...
