written by Unknown author
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When I was about 12, I would go for two weeks during the summer and spend some time with my Aunt and Uncle. The afternoon of my first Sunday there, they said that we were going to visit some friends across town. My Aunt told me that they had a daughter about my age, and that I would enjoy having a “little friend to play with!” I was already into the spike heel crush thing, but that took a woman, and not the little girls and their flats. I tried to stay home, saying that I’d be fine, and watch some TV. But they wouldn’t hear of it. I guess they wanted to show off their nephew, since they had no kids of their own.
We arrived at the friends home and I sat in the living room watching the TV. They were having coffee in the kitchen, when I heard the word high heels. They were talking about their daughter Patty and her first pair of high heels they had given her to wear to church earlier in the day. Her Mom was talking about how she wouldn’t take them off. I thought to myself, I gotta see this! I went to the kitchen, and they immediately suggested that I should go meet Patty, who was out on the back patio. Entering the patio I see this sixteen year old girl in the most wonderful pair of three inch, skinny heeled, white pumps. She was busy poking at something with the heel of her shoe. I introduced myself and asked her what she was doing. She said, “I’m killing ants.”
When I asked if I could watch she said, “sure.” She would stir some up and as they ran out on the patio, pop them off with the heel. Getting brave, I would point out the one’s that weren’t quite dead, and she would go back and spike them again. There were even some stuck to the heel tip that were able to move their legs. I was in heaven.
It was at that point that I made a startling discovery. Women wear a pair of heels. Every time she would stab at an ant with her right heel, her left would come off the patio about an inch. Getting braver now, I took a dried twig, and carefully placed it under the left heel tip. She kinda tapped on it a few times and then “CRUNCH”. She crushed it right in half. She said, “What was that?” I told her it was a twig, and confessed that I had put it under her heel. To my amazement she said, “Neat, lets do it again!” She crushed a couple more and then went back to the ants. I took some of the twig pieces, put them in my shirt pocket, and had them for years!
I was called into the house to get a couple of cokes for us and asked, “are you having fun with Patty?” (They didn’t know how much fun.) “So what are you doing?” In passing I said, “watching Patty kill ants.” Her Mom
said jokingly, “Tell her to get them all!” I thought, “You don’t have to worry about that!” Returning with the cokes, I told her what her Mom said. “Ok, I will.” At that point I suggested that she might do a little better if she twisted her heel on the ants. Make sure they were dead on the first try. And she did!