Ants in My Pants? No….Rats!

When Dad harvested his corn crop it was stored in a corn crib. Later in the year, usually during the winter, we would load up the surplus ear corn and truck it to town to sell to either the feed mill or to the local feed lots. It was usually my job to do the loading or shoveling of the ear corn into an electric-powered elevator, which in turn carried the corn into a large grain truck. My brother,…