I am unhappy. We have a lovely, sunny, warm (low 70s . . . yippee!) day. And I am inside.
You see, along with the lovely, sunny, warm day we also have black flies. Black flies rejoice and do the happy dance when they see me.
I was sure there would be no biting critters to make my life miserable on a day such as this but as of now, at 2:30 p.m., I've tried twice to go out and work in the garden and both times I've been driven in by the black flies.
No, wearing a head net and my (expensive) bug shirt do no good. They bite me right through layers of clothing. Always have, probably always will. Insect repellants don't seem to work on me.
Currently, I have a small rivulet of blood running down my left calf where I got nailed right through my jeans. The inside of my right ear is swollen where one of the black devils weaseled his way in. I have two huge welts on the back of my neck. And one on my upper arm. The inside, soft, tender part.
It is humid and there is the threat of severe thunderstorms later today so I suppose those conditions are prime for the black flies. They're sure not good for me getting anything done in the garden today.
I am unhappy. And I'm a bug magnet. And I'm cranky. And I needed to complain. Done. Thanks for listening.