***I’d like to see him left like that on a red ant hill “somewhere between Borger and Pampa.” ***
I’ve been bit by them red ants! They are not a laughing matter!
The Apaches used to stake down a captured enemy over such a bed. There would be nothing but bones left in a few days.
Another time, a friend and I were humping around in the jungle, while we were stopped taking a breather and figuring out where to go to next, I looked down to see red ants crawling all over my boots and pants. And there were some on the inside. It felt like someone was touching a lit cigarette over and over again on my legs.
I really was just kiddin’.