Gonna threadjack with a short story. About 7 years ago, we were headed to NC beaches for a week, and we stopped at a fast food place. My daughter was about 14months old at the time and we had a Tacoma. One of the great things about a tailgate is changing a diaper on it...perfect level. Well, Miss Squirmy had a diaper blowout, so it was a full clean up and clothes change. I had parked in the back of the lot under some trees with shade. While my wife was inside getting food, I was changing her and cleaning her up, but she liked to try and roll around so you always had to keep a hand on her. Little did I know I was standing right next to a red/fire/whatever ant nest and they began crawling up my foot and leg biting the you know what out of me. I couldn't do anything though during that messy mid-change and hold her so she didn't roll off and just had to take it. Saw my wife come out strolling to the truck and I shrieked for her to hurry up lol. Some of the most will power I've ever had not to move and succumb to what was going on with my leg.