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TIFU by not putting on my glasses when I woke up

Recently, staying in Thailand, a girl I hooked up with left snacks on the floor. Not a problem, I was gonna clean up later anyway. Only, I didn't know they were being monitored.

The next day, before I had cleaned up the room, I woke from my slumber and put my pants on and went outside my hut to use the communal bathroom. Before I got to it, I had a burning sensation in my legs. It was bad! I ditched going to the toilet and jumped in the shower. It helped, but the pain persisted! I had all these red bumps all over my legs.

I went back to my room, covering myself. Put my glasses on, and had a look at the lumps. Around all my legs, I saw tiny black dots. Then I looked closer, and saw the smallest little tiny ants! I was being bit everywhere!

I look back to where my pants had been, and there was an army that had crawled THROUGH THE FLOOR up into where my pants had been, feasting on the leftover snacks. Fucking ants in my pants!

I threw the snacks out the door along with my pants and ran back to shower again. I had bites from my dick to my toes, proper welts that looked like mini oil burns. 1/10 do not recommend ants in your pants

Tl;dr: put pants on with ants along because hook up left snacks out

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