They're Heeeere!

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.