The Georgia O’Keeffe Pussy Fire Ant Thing — Updated October 17, 2009
Posted by daveintexas in Man Laws, Nature Shit, Personal Experiences.trackback
You know, the artist that was GO. She loved the flowery expressions of life, or whatever the hell she called them.
Personally her shit scared the hell out of me. Freaky deaky.

Am I making myself clear here? It’s the goddamned Dunwich Horror.
I don’t even know how these things work. Much less look at them.
Ok so let’s talk subterfuge and nature. You know who hides the horror?
Fire ants. That’s who. In the summertime when it’s hot and dry you cannot see the little bastards until you step over their ground level mounds and they eat your leg off.
But when it rains, oh yes, when it rains these little robots tag their houses with a giant bullseye. And you KILL.
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Step into that little thing, tell me how it goes.
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There’s a mesa waiting for a foot kick. Go for it.
UPDATE BY MICHAEL
You don’t kill the colony unless you get the Queen Fire Ant, and she never comes above ground. She lurks below ground, enslaving male fire ants with her vajayjay and hunchback.

Note the glossy hunchback, the hallmark of evil women.
You have to get her with poison sprinkled on the surface, which is then brought to her by her male slaves.
I HATE HATE HATE fire ants with the white hot passion of hell.
I have blown up their nests with fire crackers, shot them with shotguns rifles and pistols, set them on fire, shot flames at them with various items. (A cutting torch was satisfying but ill advised) sitting on top of the nest with a lawn mower is fun imagining them getting hacked up as they pour out of the nest. Any other creative ways to kill them?
In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, ‘Au revoir, fire ants’.
If I may (possibly mis-)quote Dave Barry: “Fire ants are insects that were imported to the United States from somewhere else; probably Hell.”
Purty flower.
I can see now why Michael enjoyed touring her house so much.
vmax:
just pouring water is a good start. Then go with the lawnmower.
This post has been updated by Michael to include some useful information.
I can see now why Michael enjoyed touring her house so much.
Her southwestern landscapes are really her best work, I think. Cathy and I saw a terrific show of these in Ohio, which included photos next to the paintings of the scenery around Ghost Ranch and Abiquiú that she was looking at while she painted. So, it was fun to look at the landscapes there and try to imagine why she was so drawn to it that she left NYC for good.
Quit making this post useful. It’s supposed to be stupid.
Mission accomplished
*tazes Brew in the nuts
Who’s toasting pecans?
Who’s toasting
pecanscoconuts?FTFY