This afternoon, I spotted a budding runner of Poison Oak (that I thought I had eradicated) on the side of an Oak tree.
So I grabbed my pruning shears and waded into the brush to cut the stem.
I located the active shoot at the base of the Oak tree and cut it, satisfied in my life mission of eradicating the Poison Oak completely from the property one day and this was just a minor victory in the long term picture.
However, little known to my determined self, I had stepped unto the middle of a red Ant colony and was literally engulfed in a growing layer of angry, biting ants who literally gave zero sh*ts about my war on Poison Oak.
If you have ever seen a movie where they get covered in bugs and start pulling off their clothes while running and swatting and slapping and such, that was me.
Yep. That sh*t's real and those were some very angry ants, too...