MAXINE BILLINGS, Photographer & Author

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ANT HILL 2Yesterday morning when I was in the bathroom preparing to get ready for my day (it seems that whenever I’m in the bathroom, that’s when most of my ideas come to me–but that’s a whole other post in itself for a whole other time), I was thinking about my mama and how blessed my family and I are to still have her around.  She’ll be 81 next year, but over the last couple of years especially, we have come so close to losing her.  That, too, is a whole other post.

But anyway, back to what I was saying.  As I was thinking about Mama, I was reminded of how sweet and funny she is.  She has the ability to say and do things without even trying that plunge you into hysterics.  One of these occasions is the topic of this post (although it wasn’t all that funny while it was happening.)

I think it was this past summer when I had taken her home one day from her dialysis treatment.  Like some people, Mama has problems with ant hills just popping up regularly throughout her yard.  So there was a huge one in her back yard, and she wanted me to shake some Sevin dust on it.  We head out to the back yard, but before I put the dust on the ant hill, she tells me that we have to first take a stick or something and stir up the hill.

In the back of my mind, I’m thinking that doesn’t sound like a good idea. However, if you feel about your mama the way I do mine, usually everything she says has always been golden–meaning that she is always right (well, at least, 99.9% of the time.)  So I stand there and wait while she starts poking the ant hill with a stick that she had picked up along the way.  When she’s done stirring it up, I sprinkle on the Sevin dust.  So we’re standing around, and she sees another ant hill she wants us to tackle.  But before we can, I suddenly catch a glimpse of a bunch of tiny, black specks all over my white ankle socks.

Then I quickly ascertain that my feet are covered in ants!  I start yelling and stomping my feet as I’m shaking Sevin dust all over my brand-new, black capris.  I finally step out of my sneakers and knock off all of the ants that had congregated on my feet.  So, now that I am safe from my ant attack, Mama decides to attempt to tackle the other ant hill which is close to an area in her yard that dips down.

I keep yelling at her that she needs to come back to the level part of the yard and just leave it alone.  The next thing we know, she’s on the ground (not in the ant hill, thankfully.)  I run and struggle to get her up, but I’m unsuccessful.  I try a couple of more times, to no avail.  Then I recalled that as we were making our way to her back yard, we had seen a few of her neighbors (who are awesome at keeping a watchful eye on Mama and aiding her when she needs help) in their yard with some of their friends.  I had just opened my mouth to yell for help when out of the blue, there were two of them (both males) on either side of Mama, and they just scooped her up like it was nothing.  Needless to say, we could not thank them enough for coming to our aid that day, too.

I, being the kind of person I am who tries to find the humor in most things, was laughing hysterically as I related to our family and friends what had occurred with Mama and me.  So Mama learned that day that she does not have to and should not stir up an ant hill in order to get the ants to come to the top so the insecticide will destroy them.  And the lesson for me was, don’t always do everything Mama tells me to do 🙂 🙂 :).

Thanks for letting me share with you some of the hilarious antics of my mama.  Have an awesome day!

As always, this is from my heart ❤ to yours <3!

Maxine 🙂

(Photo Credit: Free Photo Stock–


2 thoughts on “THE ANT HILL

  1. LOL! Never a dull moment with you and Mama. Keep writing more because you two stay in trouble together.😊

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  2. LOL!!! We sure do stay in trouble!!! Never a dull moment when Mama’s around! 🙂 ❤

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