Bugs. They’re everywhere. On my clothes, in my clothes, on my screen, my arms, up my legs. I’ve had them crawling over my face like tiny little explorers.
They’re like hyphens with wings. Midges. 3mm long and abso-fricking-lutely everywhere. They don’t even crack in a satisfying way when you squish ‘em. Along with Armadillos and George W, they must rate as one of God’s least successful creations.
Roll on Autumn!