What could be more fun for a little boy than poking, wacking and destroying ant hills?
On the way home, Josh picked up a stick and destroyed every ant hill we could find - it rained last night so there were at least 12. No bites along the way but when we got home and settled down to watch "Fireman Sam", he yelped and said, "My back." He said it again a few seconds later. I yanked off his shirt and sure enough a red an was on it. It bit him 4 times. He recovered quickly thanks to the distraction of Sam. All in all, I think he'd say the bites were well worth the destruction!