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We've been out pulling the knotweed, so we're tired, sweaty and I was beginning to get a little psychotic ("kill! kill!). We broke for water, and as we were on our way back to the house it started feeling as though something EVIL was biting me on the leg. I turned up my pants as far as I could, but every time they touched my leg the biting sensation returned. I got to the bathroom as quickly as I could, stripped, started washing myself down, and then turned my pants inside out, searching for a thorn or a ground bee or something. TINY RED ANT. Son of a bitch, those bastards really can bite.