Loads a bugs in summer when it’s not too hot, and when it’s too hot, it’s too hot. It’s a pick your poison kind of thing. And when a bug gets inside? A mosquito? Purely the worst. I got two bug bits on my toes when I first started writing this and that’s what made me think of it. 

I used to hate mosquitoes. I used to hate them so much that it actually meant I went outside less, just to avoid them. After I got into carrying stones up the hillside while they harried me, I upped my endurance a bit. Sort of like the rain. 

I used to hate walking in the rain. This spring though, at least when it isn’t too hot, Roby and I have still done our walks. 

I’ll still skip it if it’s too buggy though. But mostly that’s for her benefit. Walking down by the trail I feel like I’ve got a little delicious morsel strapped to my back. And if I don’t get nibbled on, I get suspicious, because it probably means it’s her getting the chew. If it were just me, it’d be fine. Back when she was strapped on the front and I could wrap her up in netting, I’d just cut a switch and bat it around, that kept things enough at bay. 

Nowadays though, her legs are all red from the bites she doesn’t know not to itch. And I can’t cotton to that.