A true story.
I was crossing my front yard last week on my way to check the mailbox. Halfway to the box, I noticed an ant bed. It was about a foot round and 2 inches in height. Even from a few feet away, I could tell that there was a lot of activity, with ants running all over the thing doing their daily ant chores, so I dodged it.
The mailbox was filled with about a dozen or so letters, bills, etc. One was a credit card statement, which I was too curious about reading before returning to the house. So I opened it as I kept walking and didn't really pay attention to the fact that my foot had stepped in something soft (SHUT UP BOB!
).
After a couple of more steps, I felt the first bite on my ankle. Then another. Then a few more which could no longer be ignored, so I looked down. Lo and behold! There be ants crawling all over my shoe and lower leg. I looked back and gosh darn it, my footprint was marked in the ant bed.
Dang it. I was blindsided.