You might remember last summer I talked about buying our firewood for the winter. Usually, we cut our own, from our own property, but since we have the house for sale and hubs was working a lot of overtime, we thought it was best to buy the wood.

Well, never again!

A couple weeks ago, I was building a fire in the woodstove from the wood hubs brought in the night before. I picked up a piece of wood, and there were a gazillion ants crawling all over it. You’ve got to understand that I can’t stand ants. I have one of those freakout moments where I can’t scream, and all I can do is twitch and brush my hands over every inch of my body to dislodge the millions of ants that probably crawled up my arm in little uniformed army troops. Their major goal to conquer the womanly body and kill me is the only thing going on in my mind.

Guess what?

It happened again this morning. Ants all over a piece of wood in the woodbin. If that wasn’t bad enough, I had a nightmare last night about ants. Hubs woke up and held me, promising me that there were no ants in bed. I believed him. Then wham…first thing I do when I wake up is start a fire in the woodstove, and what do we have in our house? Ants!

Never again will I buy wood from someone else. I swear that is the reason. In the last 9 years of heating with the woodstove, I’ve never had ants when we cut firewood.

What bug, insect, or wiggly thing freaks you out?