Sometimes it’s best to be a desk potato

Thought I’d take my netbook and write outside for a while today.

Stepped over a small dead wasp as Maddie the chocolate lab herded me down the steps and into the back yard. Noticed it, paid no attention.

The umbrella on the patio table was down, so I leaned in and began to crank it to an open position.

IT WAS FILLED WITH MOTHS.

Now I’m not freaked out by moths like my daughter is, but still, there were far too many for comfort. Brushed them away, sat down and before I began working, spent a few minutes watching two squirrels fight/chase/fight each other up and down two trees. Wrote a paragraph.

Some kind of invisible bitey things. Kept brushing my arms until I couldn’t take it anymore. Maddie couldn’t either. As soon as I gave up and picked up my netbook she ran to the kitchen door.

maddie
*GET ME INSIDE TO SAFETY, HUMAN!*

As I followed her I noticed there were LOTS of small, dead wasps. Everywhere.

What the hell?

I still feel that invisible bitey things are crawling on me. Several people have been commenting on Bugnado, I guess it’s hit this side of town, too. And apparently invisible, bitey things don’t like either small wasps or my arms. Neck. Ankles. Feet.

invisible
*THEY’RE INVISIBLE. THEY’RE BITEY.*

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