Revenge

Have you ever had a 'mom-moment' when your child gets hurt and you feel the need to seek revenge upon whatever or whoever inflicted the pain? I did today and I am still not satisfied with the outcome as of yet. Cole took Leif and Macy to his dad's property in the mountains to begin burning a lot of brush (I know, today was not windy-should we document this?). Anyway, his mom and I were to come up at lunchtime and bring hotdogs so the family could participate in a good ole fashioned Southern Utah weanie roast. While we were preparing to meet the others Gage went outside to drive his dumptruck around while I watched from the front window. I heard him crying before I could actually see him so I proceeded outside and he was coming up the driveway swatting at himself and screaming frantically, "Piders, piders off, off" (this translates to spiders, spiders off, off) As I come closer I can see he is, in fact, crawling with, not spiders, but big huge red ants. I swat at him first and then start pulling off the 3 layers of clothes he was dressed in. Each layer I pulled off had more ants under it. When I finally had him stripped naked in the driveway-diaper and all-I begin stomping furiuosly at the survivors who had fallen to the ground. When I feel satisfied, and Gage is crying now to get back dressed, I take him inside and examine him. I only notice 4 bites but who knows how many are inside his ear or up his nose or in his buttcrack. Well, Gage got dressed again and wanted to go back outside. I let him go out but not without me and a not without my motherly lecture of staying on the grass. When I know that he is safely on the grass I walk over to the crime scene to get his deserted dump truck. I find it in the middle of a, now raging and busy, red ant colony. I grab it while I am hopping from foot to foot and then start beating it against the groung in case there are any hitchhikers. When I give it to Gage-who was so worried I was by the ants-he takes off as normal only this time sticks to the grass. I then go back to the driveway where I killed 'his ants' and see that some of them are still crawling around-the ants were faking dead. Well, I tell myself, see if they can fake smeared across the driveway. When I have determined that this time they are dead I return to Gage. Cole came home about 10 minutes later and after hearing the story starts singing 'Ants, ants, ants in my pants' to which Gage gets hooked on and sings for the rest of the day. The part that I am not satisfied with is that Cole has not yet killed the whole colony which I asked him to do. Maybe I should take it upon myself. And, yes, the whole colony should suffer because of just a few.