I’d just finished cutting my grass and beamed with satisfaction when a windswept trespasser — a food wrapper — shattered my reverie marring my manicured lawn.  Annoyed, I reached my ungloved hand to pick up the paper, oblivious an ant horde was speeding toward my hand like hungry football players attack Golden Corral’s dessert bar.  They ambushed my hand aflame; it throbbed and swelled like Sherman Klump’s in “The Nutty Professor.” 

I drove to Russell Medical and the emergency room physician ordered prescriptions to reduce my swelling and itching. 

Marc D. Greenwood is a Camp Hill resident and weekly columnist for The Outlook.

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