|Grandpa, me, and Caleb walk to an ant hill|
|Grandpa and I waiting to laugh|
I'm excited. I can't wait to watch him get bit. We walk out into the pasture, where Caleb Brave Wolf proceeds to stick his hand in an ant hill. He wiggles his hand to aggravate the ants and they immediately begin to populate on his hand. All the while, he's biting his tongue. Strangely enough, they're not biting him. 50 plus ants camp out on his hand for what seems like 15 seconds. Finally, he shakes them off, releases his tongue from tooth grip, and smiles. No bites. I Confused Wolf don't know what to say. I don't believe it. I mean, I literally don't believe it because I still won't go through the act of letting ants crawl all over me, whilst biting my tongue. This defies all that I know.
|Grandpa becomes a believer|
My father Grandpa Wolf is starting to believe. He has seen some semblance of proof. For him, there's only one test left. He has to try it himself. Biting his tongue, he sticks his hand in the ant hill. He lets them crawl on him for over 20 seconds. He finally shakes the ants from his hand and releases his tongue. Grandpa is bite free. No red marks. No swelling. Nothing. It was as if by biting his tongue, he became one with the ants. As they crawl on his flesh, they somehow feel the incisor connection that only a tongue can provide. They know not to bite.
At this point, my smile is straying from laughter's doorstep and is headed for anxious town. It's two to one. I'm losing this battle. I Nervous Wolf am left with only one option. I have to bite my tongue. JJ Future Wolf is there to record it.
After all is said and done, through physically biting my tongue, I Mature Wolf might be one step closer to actually biting my tongue.