That's right... you read it correctly. There's an ant in my mouth. I guess that's the price you pay when staying in a $15 a night room on the beach north of Tulum. I tried to find the source and traced it to a broken outlet that is the Holland Tunnel of ant entries. It's a regular ant interstate... a thick stream of jungle ants meandering it's way from the wall to one of the bed's in my room. What a pain!
I don't have any bug spray on hand so I did what any rational person would do to eliminate the situation.... I filled the entry hole with shampoo. I thought at first about spackling it with toothpaste but I figured that the ants would relish the sweet puddy. So bitter, soapy shampoo it was. It was a complete success... for 3 minutes. Then the ants pushed their anty little heads back through the chemical weaponry and pushed back to the bed.
I give up though. I realize that I will never beat mother nature... there are just some fights you can't win! That's why I've decided to sleep in the un-anty bed tonight.
Anyways, just about to fall asleep on......... never mind just DID fall asleep, so I before I sign off I want to say - I realize that most ofmy ffffffffffffffffff... to be continued when I'm concious.... Peace, Dave
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Dave,
Thanks for the comment! Good times. I thought the cult-o-dave though shy to comment may read them and like to know you are currently featured on my blog. trekwithfitz.blogspot.com.
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