My husband’s new duty station in Fort Polk, Louisiana…I’ve come to discover things we don’t have or maybe see as frequently back home in Hawaii.

One of them…are these pesky crazy quick to spring up Fire Ant Hills/Mounds of Terror/Mini bullets of lava.

They are EVERYWHERE.

In the morning at bus stop time, a speck of dirt is being carried to it’s new location designated by some busy crazy ant queen.   When the bus makes it way back home almost 9 hours later, a frigging mountain with interstates and airports are built to continue its community of whatever these ants do.

Playing tennis, I discovered in the middle of the court near the net, some queen decided she needed to claim this concrete slab.

Our new puppy decided her favorite thing to do is dig her puppy snout deep into an mound of fire in our backyard. Hubby aka Prince Charming, took bites in places too close to home if you know what I mean during the rescue.  The queen planned a well executed attack.  She wasn’t letting her colony go down easy.

Walking back from the gym, I saw a couple sprinkled throughout the neighborhood not there the day before.  It got me thinking (exercise does weird things to the brain)….dang, these ants are frigging beasts.

They are resilient.

When broken down, they rebuild.

The queen keeps this very tight gang of bad asses going.

Idea lightbulb went off (under exercise distress) that the women, along with my mommy people,  I’ve met so far along this military spouse short journey are just like them.

WE are the queens of the anthill.  We keep the ship moving.

No matter where we are.

No matter how little sleep we’ve had.

We are beasts.

Must remember to drink more water when I work out.

 

xoxo-

The Rambler

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