Beep Beep Beep. "Ugh, just five more minutes."
Five minutes later. Beep Beep Beep. "Ugh, another five minutes."
About two minutes later my daughter comes in and tells me that something itches on her foot. I sit her on my bed and inspect her thoroughly. Sure enough she has a rash on her foot. I ask her what happened and her response is that an Ant bit her.
I get up off my bed and run to my kids room. I inspect her bed, the floor and my sons bed (they share a room together since we live in a 2 bedroom house.) No Ants. So where did that lonesome Ant come from and bite my daughter. She finally catches up with me looking at me like I'm crazy.
I finally ask her what I should have asked her from the very beginning.
"When did the Ant bite you?" I asked.
"Yesterday when I was playing outside." she replied. She was obviously very scared wondering why I had gotten mad at her instead of telling her that she was going to be ok.
"I'm an idiot," I thought to myself. You see, my son swells up like a beachball when an Ant bites him.