Doctor Grandma

This is a little haiku-in-3-parts for my husband’s experience this past week:

Fire ants pierce the skin
Put their venom in his veins
Leave permanent scars,

Tiny but deadly
They sense in him a danger
and attack en masse,

He breaks out in hives
Delirious with burning,
then convulsions start,

with son on the phone,

and violent vomiting,

friends come to rescue!

Bendryl comforts,

medication takes effect,

the storm is over.

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