I was not wearing my glasses due to extreme sweating conditions so at first I just thought it was some small stinging bug I had accidentally smashed. I began to get cold chills, took some Benadryl (because I am allergic to paper wasps) and called it a day.
My last clearing project had been completed and I had moved to my next restoration project.
More tiny excited ants!
Was it the chain saw, the fire, the tractor, or the mowers that had them mad?
My smarter (than me) sister said, "It's going to rain. They're moving the nest and you're in the way. There's gonna be a flood". Okay, that's logical.
To my next superhuman job I had chosen. Another over grown part we have neglected since all the rain and life seemed to get in the way. Dad had tall "deer proof" (ha) wire here and it sadly needed removing and clearing.
The ants were still out in force. I had speckled legs and had to dance and empty my shoes again and again. I worked anyway. Ants were every where moving house.
Then it rained, almost three inches. and my sister was right! The ants have disappeared and I can trim to my heart's content with no dancing.
One more spot cleared! My table is a painted air tank with a piece of wood on top just right for two cold drinks in the shade. Saved all the metal I found in the fence row and kept the old tree stump. I have three Virginia Creeper wreaths also drying on the stump.
It's amazing how work you can do when you're not doing the ant dance. I hope they're gone.