Holy Ants!

I'm going to make a machamba, you guys!  It's going to be an all-organic, all-heirloom collection of the finest seeds my dad sent me to Mozambique with.  I was admiring my collection of seeds on the porch behind my house and attracted quite a crowd (2 criancas and one professor) who wanted to see the types I have.  EEEVERYTHING.  Thanks, Dad.

I got the criancas to fill up some cut-in-half water bottles and milk jugs with dirt (mostly mud) and I threw a few tomato seeds in there.  Hope this works.

Weeelll, because I planted some seeds I decided that it was time to finally enxada my yard.  I borrowed an enxada from my neighbor and started hacking away at the knee high weeds in my tiny yard.

I flailed around with the little hoe for a while, my neighbors came out to watch and ask typical Mozam-questions like,

"Are you enxading?"

"Yes"  

"Do you know how?"

"Obviously not"

"You'll learn"

I enxada'd for about 15 mintues before  GIANT ANT latched itself to my ankle with its GIANT GIANT MOUTH PARTS.  I slapped it.  It hung on.  I squished it against my leg.  It hung on.  I had to rip it out with my finger nails.  Ow!  And then it bled a lot, you guys!  A Lot! (ie: a lot for an ant bite)

I looked up.  I realized my neighbors were STILL watching.

"Formiga?"

"Yes.  I'm done with this for the day"

So, after 18 minutes of arduous labor and one nasty ant I quit enxading.  I've done maybe 1/5th of my tiny yard.  Maybe tomorrow....

In other news, while I was writing this post I heard a rustle behind me and turned around to encounter Avo, looking over my shoulder.  These criancas are SNEAKY.

In other other news, my PC bosses are visiting me and my site on Thursday.  Better clean my house......