The past few days, I have enjoyed working from the “love hut,” which is the term previous interns have given to the open air, mud-floored, straw-roofed gazebo that overlooks our agriculture fields scattered with coconut trees. I alternate between sitting on the ground and perching on the ledge. Today, however, I was sitting on the ground and felt something crawling up my leg. Then it bit me. I felt something else moving….yes, I had ants in my pants. I laughed as that English phrase took on a whole new meaning to me…and did a little jig to encourage the ants right out of my pants.
I can almost picture you doing this! Oh, single-N, you're adorable! :)
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