So I got my first mosquito bite last night while biking with Joseph Powers. You know what this means? My least favorite season has finally returned. Oh, it’s been a while my pleasantly warm but unpleasantly bug-bringing friend. I love the temperatures; I hate the bugs. Strike that, I hate the bugs that hate me. I’m sort of a girlie boy in this regard, but any bug that has a stinger or has the potential to hurt me is my sworn enemy. Bees, wasps, spiders – I’m scared of every one of them.
It really is weird, though. One of my favorite things to do is camp. I don’t know, just getting out into the woods and living semi-all-natural with the Off spray lathered on and sitting around the campfire singing those campfire songs (J) just gets me every time.
Back to spring though, I literally will not open my windows in my room for fear of wasps slipping through the seal and flying around with their lazy legs eyeing me the whole time. I believe I might just have a phobia of these little buggers (no pun intended). Why can’t we just skip straight over spring and go right into summer!?
Dakota
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