We were excited to become godparents for our friends’ son in Hawaii, although we were unsure all that was involved. We had no idea that killing ants would be the first task.
The church itself was a beautiful old building, where our friend’s parents were married years ago. The best part about the church was the outdoor seating area with some weathered wooden pews. We gladly took our seats outside in the warm sunshine. The scenery outside with the palm trees swaying was so gorgeous that it was almost distracting, making me want to pray, “Please let us stay in Hawaii forever!”
But a few minutes after we took our seats, our friend pointed to a few ants that we crawling on our pew. We moved down the pew to avoid the area with the ants.
But then we realized that they were everywhere. Crawling on my purse. Crawling on Husband’s pants. Even crawling on my legs!
Evidently the ants had never heard of the 11th Commandment, “Thou Shalt Not Bite.” They were crawling all over us and biting us, too.
I fidgeted around in my sleeveless blue dress, trying to get the ants off of me without causing a scene. Perhaps there is a way to discreetly kill ants when they are attempting to crawl up your dress during church, but I guess I never learned how.
Eventually we moved into an entirely different pew. A few ants still followed us, but we were able to make it through without incident.
The baptism followed and went really well. I was afraid that our godson would cry when I held him (I have that effect on kids), but he remained happy through everything.
We truly are honored to be godparents, and we’d do it again in a heartbeat. We’d just make sure we bring the ant spray next time.
The church itself was a beautiful old building, where our friend’s parents were married years ago. The best part about the church was the outdoor seating area with some weathered wooden pews. We gladly took our seats outside in the warm sunshine. The scenery outside with the palm trees swaying was so gorgeous that it was almost distracting, making me want to pray, “Please let us stay in Hawaii forever!”
But a few minutes after we took our seats, our friend pointed to a few ants that we crawling on our pew. We moved down the pew to avoid the area with the ants.
But then we realized that they were everywhere. Crawling on my purse. Crawling on Husband’s pants. Even crawling on my legs!
Evidently the ants had never heard of the 11th Commandment, “Thou Shalt Not Bite.” They were crawling all over us and biting us, too.
I fidgeted around in my sleeveless blue dress, trying to get the ants off of me without causing a scene. Perhaps there is a way to discreetly kill ants when they are attempting to crawl up your dress during church, but I guess I never learned how.
Eventually we moved into an entirely different pew. A few ants still followed us, but we were able to make it through without incident.
The baptism followed and went really well. I was afraid that our godson would cry when I held him (I have that effect on kids), but he remained happy through everything.
We truly are honored to be godparents, and we’d do it again in a heartbeat. We’d just make sure we bring the ant spray next time.
2 comments:
I'm finally back online and I loved hearing about your Hawaii trip and seeing pictures! How fun... keep them coming!
Uh oh, trouble in paradise.
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