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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

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[โ€“] seanblxck@lemmy.world 3 points 3 days ago

I was playing cricket in the driveway with some neighbour-friends. There were three of us and each took turns to be bowler, batter, and fielder.

As an aside, I was quite a good cricketer when I was young and was eager to show my skills to my friends so when the ball was hit high and far over my head I ran as fast as I could to catch it.

I kept my eyes on the ball, head turned over my shoulder, impossible to see anything in front of me. After a second or three, I looked forward to get my bearings and as soon as I did the back of an old, metal bakkie (pickup truck I suppose) appeared out of nowhere.

I ran straight into it, face first. I remember looking down, through tears, at my hands where the blood pouring out of my mouth and pooling in my hands. The blood was flecked with a curious white substance that I later found out was half of my front tooth reduced to a fine powder.