Stinkin' Army of Ants

I was being the nice wife today and mowed the lawn for my man so he didn't have to (he hates when I call him that, by the way.  ha!).  Well, I went ahead and mowed in the garden area too until the lawnmower ran out of gas.  In true lazy fashion, I stopped mowing there because I didn't want to trek it all the way to the garage to get the gas can and lug it out there to fill it up and finish the last 4 feet of grass.  :)  It looks goofy, but that is neither here nor there.  It is done.  Well, after I put up the mower, I went back out there to get the grass out of the tilled garden area.  As I was using my hoe to annihilate the chunks of stubborn weeds, an army of ants ATTACKED me!!  I looked down and my shoes were covered so that I couldn't see white...I started to feel bites on my ankles, so I did what any sane woman would do.  I threw the tool, did a little jumpy dance, ripped off my socks and shoes and ran away from the offenders!  Stupid ants.  Needless to say I quit yard work for the day with only three injuries: 1.   I backed into a sawed off rusty nail and pierced my lower back.  It's a bit tender.  2.  I was trying to adjust the height on the mower and leaned by leg against the hot motor...there is now a sweet looking burn by my knee.  3.  The ants.  I have bites.  Ankle biters.  Ugh.
I think I shouldn't be allowed to work outside.  Really.  Someone should tell the higher ups that I shouldn't be allowed.  Please.