So I was right around here, I remember that farm.

It was cruising along around midnight and it was broken down on the side of the road,

so I pulled over.

It was a guy, he was timing belt was shot, it was done.

You know, it's so I offered to give him a ride up to Embree.

He was only about 40, but he walked with a cane pretty slow.

And the entire left side of his face was not bandaged but kind of sleeved.

The therapeutically is black sleeve, quiet guy.

Or driving along and he says he's on his way to a teacher's conference and he says,

about my injury, like he sort of knew I was wondering about it.

He said it happened in Tasmania six months before.

He was down there teaching natural healing techniques or something and he was walking

a mile outside of a fishing village, a little after dawn, just a morning walk.

He asked me if I'd ever heard of the bull ant, Mermesia, very aggressive, nasty ant with a ugly sting.

He said if you cut one and a half, the head and the tail will fight each other.

So here comes this guy walking, he said the woods were cloaked and missed that morning.

So he wasn't quite where he thought he was. He didn't know that in the timber all around

a two big bull ant factions living, only about 50 yards from each other,

always vying for the resources, they're a bit of drought, it was only getting worse.

What he also didn't know was that there was a fungus infecting ants all over the coast.

It was attacking the brain function that controlled their odor detection mechanism,

it was making them even more aggressive.

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