As some of you may not know we have a GPS in the truck which routes our trip and tells us where to turn and how to get where we are going......usually works very well. Colin was talking and missed one of his turns so Martha (our name for the GPS”) rerouted us to the next possible road.......only problem was it was a dead end road, not only was it a dead end but there was no place to turn the truck and trailer around. We backed up about 500 feet to a small farm field gate where we figured we could do the turn. Some people on 4 wheelers arrived from the house at the end and told us it wouldn’t work but we proceeded anyway. As I was directing Colin so he would not hit the stone post the guy on the 4 wheeler decided to drive behind the trailer.....that’s right, I didn’t see him. He didn’t get squashed but he could have! Because of the way our trailer is shaped at the front when you do a sharp turn the front end can hang out quite far. I was watching the front to make sure it cleared the tree and I was not watching where I was stepping..... Suddenly I felt this stinging on my foot.....I looked down to see my entire foot covered in Fire Ants (very aptly named!) I kicked off my sandal and started brushing the biting little beasts from my foot....of course they then got onto my hands. After a wonderful little dance on the road .....by the way Colin missed the whole performance, I got into the truck, minus one shoe which was so covered with ants I threw it into the back of the truck. To put this into perspective......Fire Ant bites feel like someone injected tabasco sauce into you and it is instantly extremely itchy!!!! All totalled when all was said and done I had about 25 bites on my two feet and my hands. So while I am frantically wiping the welts on my feet with a cotton swab and rubbing alcohol, Colin is yelling at me for not seeing the guy behind the trailer. I give up!!