TIFU by parking my car in the grass overnight while camping

Almost two weeks to the day, and the resulting nightmare from my unfortunate parking job in the grass is finally over (I hope).

I should first mention, if you have a significant fear of creepy crawly things like I do, you may not like reading this; if you fear creepy crawly things and also happen to like torturing yourself, read on! Also, I like to ramble a bit, so apologies for the longish read.

It began like this: two weekends ago, I was, at the last minute, invited to join my girlfriend and her family on a camping trip at a lakeside RV campground for a night. As the drive to meet them there was less than an hour, and I had nothing important planned for the weekend, I decided to accept, and a fun trip followed.

While I didn't know it at the time, the first sign of what was to come appeared as the sun went down, crawling over the counter and into the sink of their RV: a line of small, black, quick-moving ants with long antennae after the bits of food washed down the drain from dinner. After wiping/rinsing them all away and taping the hole they were coming through, the ant problem seemed to be solved.

The next morning, while packing my stuff up after eating breakfast, we noticed ants had returned to their feasting place in the sink. It was at this time I jokingly said, after looking to make sure I had packed all my items, something along the lines of "Don't worry, I'll take the ants with me too!" Man I wish I never opened my mouth, because now is where the real fun begins.

After finishing up at the campsite and saying goodbyes, I threw my stuff in the passenger seat of my car and headed off back home. Not three minutes before reaching my apartment, I get a faint feeling on my legs of crawling, and look down and... ants, and not just ten or twenty. I looked down to see hundreds and hundreds of little black ants crawling on the floorboards, up the side of my door, some on the pedals, and a bunch on my shoes and lower legs. If you've ever thrown a rock or poked a stick into an anthill when you were young, you'll know the sight I'm talking about.

I somehow keep it together enough to make it back to the parking lot of my apartment, and I quickly park, jump out while violently shaking the ants off as best I could, and just stand there with my driver door open staring at the horror movie that's now swarming inside my car. At this point its much too dangerous to drive anywhere, so all I could do was take a shower and hope that by tomorrow morning they would be gone.

The next morning, I walk out to my car to check on the situation, and what looked to be thousands of ants had all spread out around the interior of my car and had died due to the heat. Naively I thought this would be the end of it, surely that's all of the dead, so I vacuumed my entire car and went back home. Three days later, and I've driven to class a few times, and to the store, and keeps seeing one or two ants max per trip; the last survivors, I thought, surely all will be dead any day now. Nope.

A few days after that, I open my passenger door for the first time since the trip, and... ants. Again. I see maybe 50 crawling in the door frame, and I then lift the floor mat and there is an ENTIRE ant nest now build underneath, swarming with anger now that their evil deed has been exposed. At this point I had bought some ant spray just in case, and so I drenched the hive in the stuff, which worked, killing them all pretty much instantly. To the carwash and vacuum we go once again!

You may think this was now finally the end of the story, it wasn't. From then until now, a week later and two weeks after the camping trip, I have had the fun experience of finding 3 new nesting places the ants had built, one more inside under a floor mat in the back, one in my front fender of all places, and one in the speaker of my driver's side door, all swarming the minute I discover them.

Its been two days since I've discovered a new nest, and there finally seems to be no ants in sight. After 4 car washes, 4 thorough vacuuming sessions, and countless bites on my ankles and legs, I may finally be able to drive in peace, though the stench of ant spray still lingers heavily in my car. Don't be like me, if you go camping, don't park in the grass.

TL;DR: Parked overnight in a grassy spot, had to endure a serious, horror movie-esque ant infestation of the inside and outside of my car for weeks.