Ever since I got back from NY fishing I been either working or getting eaten alive. Mowed the lawn 3 times so far in between the downpours we've been having. I moved a shooting house closer to the house for my wife to use on Saturday and got eaten alive by chiggers, and almost a big a**ed rattler laying in the grass. Now I just went out and grabbed an old flower pot to throw in the trash, it was rooted to the ground and grabbed it again and got attacked by the resident fire ants that I didn't see until it was too late. Now I'm icing down my hand, the little bast***s almost ate before I was able to shake em off. Thursday can't come soon enough. Heading back for 3 more weeks of fishing after I mow again before I leave.

