This is no great revelation, but biting bugs are evil, nefarious creatures who put a big a major damper on my outdoor fun. It's a quandary for me though. I try to love all animals. The ugly ones, the slimy ones, especially the ugly and slimey ones. When it comes to the mean ones, though, I have a heck of a time loving them. My theory is this: if an animal threatens me, then I am within my rights to repel, smack, or squish it in an effort to avoid pain and infection. I don't think anyone would argue with this, except for some religious orders that refrain from killing anything at all. I'm not a member of one of those orders.
It's August in Florida. Yellow flies abound. Mosquitoes are easily repelled with large does of DEET, but it doesn't quite have the same deterrent effect on yellow flies. Yellow flies are resilient, silent attackers who like shady areas. Get into an open, sunny pasture and the yellow flies will dissipoate. If you find yourself along a shaded trail, then you might be in for some trouble. It's been over a 6 days since my last run-iin with yellow flies, and I still have a almond-sized welt on my left ankle. I cannot stop scratching it!
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