We were taking a pre-breakfast stroll around the hacienda and glancing back I heard Leigh’s shirt scriek ‘take my picture’. Stop, I called out. No, she yelled back. Yes-No-Yes-No. This is the ants-in-the-pants dance.
Ant Hills! The ants were all out due, probably, to the light-up-the-room Lightning and crash-Crash-KaBOOMing Thunder and Pouring Pouring rain storm from the night before.