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P1070149

This one's for Matt, because misery loves company. This is the ruins of a fireant temple that I stepped in, in a graveyard in Fayetteville last winter, while reading an ancestor's grave that I'd come upon unexpectedly. The reason you don't see any ants in the picture is because they were all in my britches. Amazingly enough, not a one of them bit me, and I still don't know why, but there were hundreds of them on me.

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Uploaded on May 2, 2008
Taken on December 9, 2008