I guess it's not on a par with swarms of locusts...yet. This third week of February the weather has warmed up by about 40 degrees. The box-elder bugs have warmed up, too. I don't usually pay much attention to box-elder bugs, to tell you the truth, but the past couple of days they've been getting up close and personal. One, in particular has developed an inter-species ankle fetish.
MySpouse is being less than sensitive about this issue. Having already plucked a box-elder bug from each ankle, when I saw one trotting across my thigh I screamed, "Get it off me!! They want me, they won't leave me alone! Aaauuughghh!" He removed the box-elder bug from my pants leg and asked "And what, madam, should I do with this bug?"
Madam, alias me, replied "Take the nasty thing outdoors. Madam has had quite enough of being mauled this evening."
Last time your ankle tickled what was going on? Was it your cat, your husband's lips, or poison ivy causing that sensation? I don't even want to think about some icky bug humping my leg, it's bad enough when dogs do that... and I like dogs.
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