I’m thinking the other day that times are tough enough, then I got bitten by fire ants, and I thought, yep, things can always get worse. Nasty little $#@*&$#@. I hate them. Apparently, looking at the red bumps on my leg, they feel the same way about me. I obviously stepped in a fire-ant mound on the golf course last week without realizing it. That’s the way fire ants work. They’re as stealthy as a church mouse. One minute, you’re feeling fine; the next minute, you feel something weird on your skin. You look down only to find both ankles covered ...