buggies

It was a super nice evening. The sun sank below the trees, it was crimson, yellow, and pink. The colors never cease to surprise me. It’s like a little gift each day just to see what color the sun will turn each night.

And there were only a squadron of bitey bugs that attacked me, compared to the army that swarmed and attacked in droves when I cut the yard. My legs are swollen and red from the thousands of bites – Im thinking a combo of chiggers and mosquitoes and blood sucking flies. They even nailed my neck. I look like Mina Harker.

There are two massive bits right near my jugular. Dracula would be proud that the flying leeches managed to snag a drop or two from my neck. However, I do not feel the need to eat spiders, nor do I have an urge to dig out a whole under a rock and sleep there. But I am having strange cravings for tomato juice with a big ol’ celery stick hanging out of it.

I now have shiny glossy legs because I have a ton of fingernail polish on my legs with the intent of killing the little chigger babies. I can’t wait to have at least a hundred dead parasites rotting in my legs. Yippee.

I love summer. Really. This is such a time honored tradition.