New fiends…
You read right, fiends, not friends.
I gave up on the pleasures of walking barefoot in the grass a quarter of a century ago when we moved to Texas (I was just a baby then – ha!). My family and I cannot enjoy summer picnics in the grass on a blanket — we have to sit on the driveway.
With our heavy rains this week (for which I eternally grateful – thank you , thank you, thank you), the fire ants came up out of the woodwork to make their domes. The edges of every lawn along my dog-walking route is filled with mounds where they came up out of the ground in the deluge.








































































