It was the perfect summer afternoon. I was laying in the grass squeaking my ball, and Mom was talking on the phone with Grandma while absentmindedly petting Asa. That’s when Mom felt a tickle on her hand and noticed an ant. “No big deal,” she thought, “after all we’re outside.” After brushing the ant off her hand, she and Grandma continued chatting as Asa wandered off to roll in the grass again.

A little while later while waiting for the “dismissed” command to eat his dinner, Mom noticed another ant crawling near Asa on the kitchen floor. She quickly dispatched his new friend, while giving him the ok to eat so he wouldn’t notice what happened. After he ate, Asa came trotting up to Mom to thank her for yet another delicious meal. That’s when Mom noticed a tiny black spot moving in Asa’s fur. It was another ant!

A quick inspection, and Mom soon realized Asa was covered in ants! Some were walking around, some squished, and others were stuck in his thick fur! “What’s going on here!” Mom exclaimed as she quickly ushered Asa out the backdoor with grooming brush in hand. I, of course, followed in case she needed my help fighting off these ants who ambushed Asa.

After a thorough brushing by Mom and multiple inspections by myself, Asa was finally given the all clear. He immediately ran off and started rolling in the grass again. That’s when I put the clues together. Contrary to previous times, Asa did not willingly invite these new friends inside our home to play. Nor was Asa some sort of Trojan Horse for ants plotting to sneak into our home on his back. These poor helpless ants got trapped in Asa’s fur because he must have rolled on an anthill!