We’re still in early June, and I’ve already been eaten alive by bugs.
This past weekend I had to do some yard work.
I wore long pants tucked into socks.
With boots.
And long sleeves.
And a hat and a bandana and gloves.
And I used a toxic amount of bug spray.
I still got bitten.
Seriously?
Why do bugs like me so much?
I certainly don’t like them.
Can’t they sense my hostility and my unwelcoming nature?
If a toxic amount of bug spray isn’t enough, how much do I need to be using?
Which is worse – too many bug bites or too much bug spray?
Either way I’m doomed.
It’s going to be a very long and very itchy summer.
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