Ants.  I'm off work this week and catching up with some gardening and a few repairs about the place... I've been bitten loads of times already, and the urge to scratch the legs of myself is nearly overbearing.   Literally had one wee fucker in my boxers yesterday evening but thankfully it only bit the back of my leg and not anything important!   

Can envision in a month I will be complaining about wasps.  So many about but don't see a nest in my garden anywhere. 

We have bull ants in the garden here and those fuckers give a bad oul bite, much like a Wasp sting. I was painting under our steps last summer and had one fall onto me and bite my neck. I fuckin lept!


There's a lot to be said for a bit of strong condemnation. I'm sure everyone will consider it going forward before they do anything.

The mother is over visiting. 3 days into a week-long trip into the Rockies and I get sick as a dog and we have to come back to Edmonton. The triple whammy of being sick, being disappointed at missing the trip, and feeling guilty that the mum has to miss it too because of me. Bullshit.

The people at the deli counter not slicing the wrap all the way through when cutting in half. Fucking thing goes to shite when I have to pull apart  :(