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When I was a child, I discovered in our yard By accident, a colony of large red ants. I sat down to play, unaware till flesh was marred That a host of the minions had boldly invaded my pants. Full wail, I ran, clothes crawling with unwanted guests, To my mother, who with unaccountable smiles, Stripped me down and hosed off the offending pests. With hateful wrath I bombed the ants with stones. I stomped their nest, their formic acid spilt. I ground into dust what I thought must be their bones. After each attack the ants rebuilt. It was their resilience that filled me with dismay And made me find a different place to play. |