The Bugs are Aweful This Summer

If the bums in charge want us to "eat ze bugs", harvest season is in the air because I was just chased out of the state forest. And no, it wasnt poor government choices that chased me out but the flies crawling in my hair, biting on my scalp, buzzing loud in my ear. I became natures enemy today, dive bombed by the locals. I never felt this much like a piece of meat since I worked for corporate America; so this mourning while scrolling through the empty inbox's on my dating apps- ghost town- oh look a tumble weed, never mind, its a reminder to upgrade my subscription. 

And the ticks this year. I stumbled upon a nest on a short walk up north in the woods. I looked down at my small little dog to a village of ticks about to lay the foundation for a new city on her back. Her hair is very short and light brown, the four or five ticks crawling all about. And little poochkies, such a fussy little lass, does not hold still. She sees them as her little buddies, my pickings an act of meaness. So I waited till she was in the car where I had to pet her while flicking ticks out the window. I would then spend the rest of the day checking myself whenever I felt scurry on skin. I picked two more off myself the next day. 

So I learned a valuable lesson today. Just like while out in nature, when in the grocery store, I'll avoid ze bugs.