With the heat came mosquitoes. In the past I have been the last person on the “bite” list. It is like the bears. You don’t have outrun the bear, just one of the other people with you. This year I was promoted to tasty morsel #1. Lots and lots of bites. I didn’t get any diseases unless “cranky” has been promoted to a disease.
Ants started early. They came marching in. I escorted them out and threatened to kill the queen (if I could find her).
We had an assortment of locusts, wasps and bees. I am tolerant as long as they pollinate my tomatoes. They are not allowed to bite me because that is a trip for a steroid shot. That’s for me, not the bug.
Fruit flies were the worst. They multiplied like…well…fruit flies. We could have done genetic testing experiments considering how horny those flies were. I swear they did it in my beer.
There were gnats or no see-ums. Awful!
Then there was the tick. That was a post in itself. Click here if you missed it.
Our winter was mild and the naysayers and doomsday people said the bugs would be bad. I hate when they are right. I am one of those upbeat idiots who keeps thinking the glass is half full. (It was! With fruit flies!)
We are now into the invasion of the stink bugs and spiders who are looking for a warm place to winter. I left out brochures on Florida but they weren’t having any of that. I swear I saw them moving a futon into the garage along with a beer keg.