May 16, 2021

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I'm sorry to report that the Bugless Time, those wonderful days in early spring when human skin is allowed to lay bare and deetless in the delusional fairy-tale absence of bloodsucking insects, officially and abruptly ended at 5:18am this morning as I knocked a pair of well-meaning glasses clean off my face with an out-of-practice, poorly aimed swat at the first emerging mosquito. In an instant, like a red squirrel and her pinecones, I remembered each of the dozen or so exact places where I had stashed insect repellent the previous spring to get me through this time of year, of course not one of them anywhere near where I had just sent my glasses with eyes wide open into the frigid lake for their inaugural swim of the year.