I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend

It was one of the prettiest weekends we've had in a very long time so I was able to get some things done around the yard. On Saturday, I was finally able to get into my flower beds and get some weeding done.

I've got three rose bushes and two other types of evergreen bushes in this one bed. This is the first year that my roses have done really good. I counted over a dozen open flowers and quite a few buds on one plant and the other two plants are doing well also. The only thing that distracted from this was that the weeds were almost as tall as the bush itself

As I started pulling weeds and trimming around the outside of the bed, I noticed we were being invaded by ants. Not just any ant but the relentless, flesh biting kind . As I would pull a weed, zillions (or so it seemed) of ants would coming scurrying out from under the dirt, which they have effectively turned into sand . I saw ant eggs for the first time in my life and I'll be fine and dandy if it's the last

The more weeds I pulled, the more ants came marching out from underground straight up my arms I stood up trying to brush the ants off my hands and arms but I guess my sweat acted like crazy glue because I had a hard time brushing them off ). About the time I thought I had the last one brushed off, I feel something on my legs . I look down and yep...you guessed it....MORE ants attacking from a different direction. . I at least had enough sense THIS time to move AWAY from the flower bed while I tried once again to brush the ants off my sweaty skin. This time I think they were out for blood. Before I could get them brushed off, a few of them sunk their teeth, fangs, hooks, whatever the hell it is that ants have into my legs

After the second round of the 'brushing of the ants' I decided to take a stronger course of action. ANT KILLER!!!!! I sprayed and sprayed the ants. They wouldn't die . I sprayed some more. They wouldn't die. I was convinced that I had the 'mutant ants from hell' With each squirt of the spray, the words "Die bitch"..."You evil little shits...DIE"........"Die dammit" would spew from my lips. As I'm ranting and spraying at the ants, Baxter, my dog, is behind me barking his ass off. At ME of course. I don't know what he was trying to tell me but I'm sure it wasn't anything nice aimed toward me

As I gave up on a just a little spray, I started dumping the ant killer onto the ants figuring that if the chemical wouldn't kill 'em then maybe the little bastards would drown

It was a slow process but it worked. I'm not sure it the chemical is what finally got 'em or what but they died a slow horrible death, I'm sure. I didn't want them to be tortured. I wanted them to die quickly but that was not to be the way it was. I tried

So I killed the ants (or most of 'em........I'm sure the survivors will hunt me down and do unspeakable things to my flesh ) and got my bed weeded.

You know what this means right?

In a few days........I won't have a flower left alive in it