Ants in the pants

The other day I was asked to get a specific photo for some mommy friends (sorry ladies, I failed). While I was attempting to get the picture, Teague and I sat in the center of the cul-du-sac. Teague was happily watching, catching and occasionally eating ants. We are working on getting him to stop the last part.

After sitting there for about 10 minutes and realizing this picture wasn't going to happen so I turned to tell Teague we were going inside. As I turn, I see him dropping something into the back of my pants. I asked if he put something in my pants, he said no, followed by a long pause, a sheepish smile and then ultimately "yup."

I changed after we got inside and found 7 dead ants in my pants. I hope for their sake that they were dead prior to before entering my pants.