|A fire ant simultaneously biting and stinging (Internet image)|
When I lived in Florida (1981-1988), I worked for a state agency that sponsored and conducted research on phosphate ore surface mines. My responsibilities were related to reclamation following mining. Very early in my career, I was working with an ornithologist who was investigating the value of flooded phosphate mine pits for wading bird habitat. I agreed to help this investigator perform some field sampling, which involved screaming across the surface of the mine pit lakes in an airboat at night.
As dawn approached after our nighttime foray, we brought the boat into the landing. It was still too dark to see much, but I soon realized I was standing in a fire ant mound because the ants were crawling up my leg and stinging me. The stings were uncomfortable but not as painful as a wasp or bee sting, so I took off my pants and brushed away the myriad insects. We finished packing up, and then I got in my car and began to drive home with the intent of cleaning up and catching a few winks before I went into work later that day.
As I was driving home, I started to feel dizzy but, heck, I had just been up all night, so I didn't give it much thought. When I got home, I stripped off my clothes, took a shower, and realized I was feeling really dizzy and nauseated. I laid down on the cold bathroom tiles wondering if I was going to pass out. Kali asked me what was wrong, and (like a typical [stupid] "tough guy" male) I replied, "Nothing. Just let me lay here for a few minutes." Actually, I was in pretty bad shape, but I still rejected Kali's requests to help.
|This is how my legs looked (Internet image)|
Why do guys behave this way?