So, there's some background to be given for this one:
• I have five little cousins that are 3-10 years old, all who have NEVER interacted with the Internet or other kids outside of their church and homeschool co-op.
• They're also very country. These boys spend ALL day outside, going on adventures. Which is freaking awesome.
• Cities and technology to them is a time machine to a medieval peasant.
• Every December, my grandparents have a big Christmas gathering at their house.
So this past year, I was at our family Christmas, and I'm from one of the hottest states in the US- so we had NO snow. It was like 90 degrees F or somethin. Meaning, all creatures normally dormant or less active during winter, are awake and thriving. That includes ants.
So, my country-hick kid cousins play outside in the yard, as they usually do, and I don't really think anything of it. I have WAY more cousins than them, all under the age of 11, so I was happy not to be babysitting that little posse. Apparently, someone should have been keeping a better eye on them, because suddenly the two oldest kids are in the door, one looking guilty.
Kid A: "Mama, can you help us?"
Cousin (their mother): "What's wrong?"
Kid A: "We can't get the ants out of B's hair."
Cousin, rightfully concerned about her son: "Did he fall? Is he okay??"
Kid A: "No, I put them there. I grabbed a chunk of the ant pile in my hands and dumped it on him."
Kid B: "Yeah, it's just a little bit itchy."
Of course I started to laugh my ass off, as did other relatives, but Cousin and her husband were PANICKING. Kid B was literally completely okay with it, as if he hadn't just been stung on the scalp by 50± ants.
Ladies, gentlemen, and ants: average encounter.
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