Immediately my thoughts drifted back to an Argosy magazine from many years past. There was a story of a white hunter in Africa who had been captured by jungle natives. He was tied to an ant hill and slowly eaten to death. In just days all that was left were his clean white meatless bones. He died a thousand times before his death.
Other thoughts ate at my brain. Were all these bites going to hurt me? Dont ants inject formic acid into their victims? What will that do to me? Why did she leave me like this?
My body was covered with them. Thousand of little black creatures were slowly consuming me, bite by bite. How long would it be before I was just a mass of leftover bones?
Suddenly I heard the 4-wheeler returning. My Mistress had come back to save me.
So, how you doing?
O wa wa
