I was down at the spit, but did not have a good time. I was trying to get a good shot of a Vireo in the heart of the "wet woods", but instead was bitten by hungry fire ants. My fault, I undid my tucked-in shirt to wipe off dew that had covered my lens. They bit me on my back, neck, and ankles. I had to remove my shirt and beat them off. A few passing birders looked at me strangely but knew it was the ants. You can't stop and stand for to long....they'll be all over you.
