Only with more jumping and screaming....
So clearly I'm traumatized or at least that was what the last slice of cheesecake I ate told me....wha?.....um....yes TRAUMATIZED. What I thought only happened in movies (and at the start of 'Eastwick') actually happened to me, and to D who was sat next to me....but who cares about that. He's a boy and I'm a squeamish shrieking girl.
I was hopping and jumping while bashing ants off my legs and then proceeded to pretty much strip naked in the middle of the theme park......D stopped me from ripping my trousers off and then chased me down and dragged me away from the peddle-boat lake I attempted jumping into.
All bets are off now, I officially now HATE ants. And I have my suspicions that Captain Black has sent his evil army to get me...
