It was demolished.
The anthill was in ruins.
Crushed.
It was a dare.
Red ants crawled up my leg.
I knew this was a stupid dare.
But, I wanted to be tough.
Bite after bite, they get me.
I scream.
"Stop. Please stop."
Who am I kidding?
Ants won't stop biting me.
Even if I say please.
At least I'll die a polite young man.
Bite, bite, pinch.
I run, and wipe my legs
and buttocks on the grass.
Hoping to tell these ants
that messing with me
was not a good idea.
But they are insistant.
Angry.
Oh, so angry!
I would be too, if someone
stomped on my home.
On the people I loved.
They keep on.
The pain is excruciating.
Why did I take this dare?
Each bite is a stab in the leg.
I dunk myself in the creek.
The pain subsides a bit.
The ants do too.
Relief.
The red ants float away
on the murky creek.
Good-bye ants.
I run back home.
My home.
Warm, comfortable.
In my house
with my family.
I can't imagine my life without them.
I'm already sorry.
And I'll never do it again.
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