Blackflies. Lots. I was bombarded yesterday while waiting for the school bus. The horde of blackflies swirling around my head seemed unable to reach a consensus as to whether they'd rather crawl up my nose or just gouge hunks out of my flesh with their tiny, tiny jaws.
In such a situation, there's really only one thing to do. As Mark Twain said, “Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” Goddamn right.
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Cue mosquitos!
Time to start bathing in Deet again.
This brings back memories of the year I went to Story Land with you all and was nearly eaten alive by the little pests. Are these the same pests some people call no-see-ums? Cause I sure as heck didn't see near as many as what bit me!
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