Antsy Pants

I had ants in my pants today. Literally. No really, literally. Kris and I were taking a walk around the farm after a delicious Thanksgiving dinner when suddenly my legs starting stinging. I pulled up the cuff of my jeans and tore a safari ant out of my calf. Realizing that there were more up there, I ran back to my room, ripped off my pants, threw on my towel and headed to wash off. Stephanie, a fellow Peace Corps trainee, happened to come by just at that moment and caught Kris rather awkwardly standing outside the room holding my pants while I stood there in just a towel. While the “I had ants in my pants” line wouldn’t really fly back in the U.S., here in Africa, it works.