For me, I think it was when I was playing in the yard, and saw one of my mom’s pots of dirt for her garden, and I thought “yeah this would be good to dump on my lap”

It was full of fire ants. Big, angry, north carolinian fire ants.

I was covered in red welts and all I remember is screaming at the top of my lungs while my mom sprayed me down with a hose

  • AstroLightz@lemmy.world
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    16 hours ago

    Let’s see…

    • Accidentally stapled my thumb before school. Had to remove it before I left.
    • Twisted my ankle from jumping off the swings and not landing correctly.
    • Braked too hard on a wet, wooden surface on my bike and flew off it (I do mean flew, it was quite a few feet horizontally, and about 2 feet vertically in the air.)
    • Playing catch with my father and got hit about an inch from my testicles. Thankfully no damage to them, but it hurt about as bad as you can imagine.

    Surprisingly, no bones were broken, and I wasn’t an outdoorsy kid either.