Okay, so I heard there are only four horsemen of the apocalypse, but I think a fifth one has appeared since Rick Perry started running for President.

First thing right out of the box, Texas was hit with a major drought.  Then, days after he announced, wildfires.  All over Texas.

And now….

Hairy, Crazy Ants.

Oh yeah, like fire ants weren’t bad enough.  We have to have hairy crazy ants.  And we’re sending them to Mississippi, just like we do our educational standards.

It sounds like a horror movie: Biting ants invade by the millions. A camper’s metal walls bulge from the pressure of ants nesting behind them. A circle of poison stops them for only a day, and then a fresh horde shows up, bringing babies. Stand in the yard, and in seconds ants cover your shoes.

And they are not only just hairy.  They are also crazy.

The flea-sized critters are called crazy because each forager scrambles randomly at a speed that your average picnic ant, marching one by one, reaches only in video fast-forward. They’re called hairy because of fuzz that, to the naked eye, makes their abdomens look less glossy than those of their slower, bigger cousins.

And apparently, when you kill one, it sends out a chemical to call other hairy crazy ants to come to the rescue.  So, when you kill one, you get thousands more.  These vicious little guys have martyrdom down to an art form.

Which kinda reminds me of something else.  Hummm …

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Hairy, Crazy Ant

Hairy, Crazy Politician

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Oh yeah, I remember.  The GOP Presidential field.  When one falls from grace, 50 more step up to fill the void of stoopid.

By the way, they say the Texas drought is going to last 9 more years.  I wonder if Rick Perry’s Presidential aspirations will last as long.

Thanks to Deb for the heads-up on the real hairy, crazy ants.