Enough of being beaten up the ants. I took the day off - went for an early morning hike up a thousand vertical feet to view the Pacific; brunch at Derek's for homemade bagels, fresh yellow fin tuna and Becca's incredible Sweet Jesus mango hot sauce; lounged by the pool. Forget the ants.
Well... later things turned violent. Charlie and I ran into a Fer de Lance hidden in the leaf litter immediately by the trail we were on. It was coiled up like a small donut, almost impossible to see, ready to strike. Charlie saw it, yelled snake. We both jumped. It was a juvenile, the worst kind, they deliver the most venom.
After that I stayed up for hours filming an ant war. What a day.