Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: so i'll try and keep this short, though the ordeal itself felt like it went on for a life time and i still get the aftershocks of it 3 years later... so i guess you could say this is an eternal fu forever plaguing my mind. 
i'll set the scene, so it’s a beautiful day and a bbq is occurring. a nice mixture of family and friends are all crammed into my garden enjoying the rarity of the english sun. perfect.  
there are no seats at this point so i'm just standing on the side-lines, taking in the view. the wine's gone to my head so i'm just standing still and having a creepy little nostalgic smile to myself. my thoughts are broken by a slight tickle on my arm. i look down to see an ant, i promptly flick him away and that's that. ohhhh but it wasn't. he returned. with a friend. with 4 friends. i’m so itchy right now. what’s that on my face? how did you get up here? how did your friends get up here? i am now slapping my own face. i then look down and this was the moment i lost all sanity…
 have you ever seen a disturbed ants nest before? when about 100000000+ frenzied ants spill out of a little hole on the ground and just run about in a riot of complete ant-carnage.  well, since i was the one who destroyed their home and unknowingly persisted to just stand on it, arrogantly smiling away at my dear friends and family while ant-anarchy was unfolding beneath my feet; i guess i made it easy for them to take their revenge. i was covered. my legs no longer a caucasian colouring but ant black. thousands of vengeful ants were marching up my leg to meet with the rest of their thousand friends who had already made it to every suspecting part of my body. i could feel them up my dress, on my stomach, in my belly button, my back, shoulders, neck, ears, in my hair…in my underwear.  as any normal person would do, i freak.
blind panic has taken over me now, i'm running on pure terrified adrenaline and i no longer notice the world around me. friends, family and the whole bbq around me just melt away. my vision is tunnelled and all that seizes to exist on this planet are the ants and me. the body invading ants and me.  all that matters in the whole world at this point is killing them all. obviously the only logical thing to do here is just get naked. get naked and just whack, flick, jab, slap and occasionally punch them all. and maybe if i run? run, yes i'll run around and then they'll just drop off me! so now i'm partly naked, i'm jabbing, i’m slapping,  i'm running around in a small circle, flaying myself around in some kind of voodoo fashion whist making a noise that could only be described as pig being slaughtered. but it's just the ants and me, these killer ants and me and i'm winning.
once the ants were somewhat defeated and my sanity returned, as did the world around me. you could have heard a pin drop. every eye was on me; with a look you might have gave britney spears if you knew her in 2007, as if a psychotic episode has just happened in front of their eyes. 
i still feel the ants crawling over me now. if a stray hair brushes my arm, full freak out threatens to erupt again. i’m living in fear, people. be kind to ants.

TIFU by stripping naked, frantically running around and repeatedly hitting myself at my own BBQ