Tuesday July 16th 2013 Tim Candler
The tummy button is not a good place to be
bitten by anything. There is an element of indignity to it, as well as
an appalling sneakiness on the part of the biter. But perhaps more
elucidating is to be bitten by an Ant on that back part of the
upper arm, which were I a bird, I'd have some rather elegant flight
feathers, but which because I have been made decrepit by opposable
thumbs I can only ever see in a mirror.
If I were a bird, I'd not have to rip
off the long sleeve shirt and peer around in a truly spastic and short
sighted manner looking for a culprit. Instead I'd be able to use my beak,
which as far as I can tell would be able to reach each and every part of my
body, except perhaps parts of my head. And if you wonder why an
Ant should produce so a dramatic reaction, it's because the Velvet Ant
has been spotted marching along the lane and her bite, I am told, will
reduce an Elephant to tears.