Heh - I was playing around in a clay pit one summer, slipped and started skidding down the slope. The nearest thing to grab was a clump of grass (that’s what we call it in Florida, everwhere else it’s called crabgrass).
Anyway, it stopped my fall, but to my horror when I looked up at my hand, it was crawling with gigantic red fire ants.
Needless to say I quickly realized sliding all the way to the bottom (while frantically shaking them off my hand) was a much better option - but man those things hurt like hell.
