I look forward to my evening walks. Around the neighbourhood. Past ponds and lakes and streams. It's very relaxing. Unless it's immediately after a heavy rain. Much like the heavy rain we experienced earlier this week. Because heavy rains and warm temperatures combine to spawn pure horror. Horror in the form of massive clouds of flies. I'm walking along, minding my own business, enjoying the scenery. Then suddenly . . . my head is surrounded. Surrounded by flies. And maybe it's just me, but every one of those flies looks exactly like this:
I think I'll stay inside until it dries out.
I think I'll stay inside until it dries out.