My brother, who does pranks on my niece’s boyfriends, once convinced one of ’em to be tied to a tree in the backyard, all alone during mosquito season without shoes and shirt near a red ant pile.
We live 5 miles north of the Florida Everglades, deep in the woods.
He did that ’cause that boyfriend was bragging about how he want to go on one of those survival shows to see how he’ll do.
My brother challenged him and he accepted.
Anyway, he lasted about 25 minutes: pretty impressive. All alone, pitch black, far enough away from the barn where we hung out where he could barely hear us.
When he got himself untied and came back, he was bitten up from head to toe in mosquito bites and welts were forming all over him.
He never talked about wanting to be on a survival show ever again.
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Yeah, not a fan of them. They invade here about once a year. They’re tiny on this coast thankfully, but their bites are like a combination of giant mud wasp and red ants. A bit of your flesh goes necrotic if you don’t catch it fast. [same with ant bites]. Nasty stuff.
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Our bears are like gigantic raccoons thankfully. They’re always getting into our garbage. [’til I built a strong enough cage but that’s after years of making crappy ones out of pallettes].
I’m from suburban NJ too, moved here when I was 30. 44 now. Inbetween, I’ve skinned deer, pigs, (castrated adult pigs once too.. that was.. fun?) – and all sorts of stuff. Not my thing really but my brother needed extra hands, and gore doesn’t phase me for some reason.
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