Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The ants go marching . . .

My dear daddy sold insecticides and pesticides for years. He majored in entomology at A&M because he heard that was where the jobs were. And he was right. Many farmers credited him for getting rid of whatever was killing their crops.

Well, now the insects are getting their revenge.

My mother and I went out to the cemetery where my daddy and sister are buried. What do you know... ant beds everywhere. They were near some other grave sites, but nothing like near daddy's. Mother and I just laughed. . . and then we went and bought some ant killer and killed those critters. Daddy would have been proud.

1 comment:

Elizabeth H. said...

I love this story... it is so sweet.