Ah, the love bugs, love bugs, love bugs - a plague of biblical proportions. As a transplant from the mid-west, I’m still amazed at the number of them everywhere. A trip in the car means a car wash as soon as I get home. They are so thick that after a few miles, I have to stop to clear the windshield.
Am I complaining? Not at all. I can remember mid-west winters when the ice or snow covered the windshield after a few miles and we’d have to stop to get out and clear the windshield. If I have to clear a windshield, I’d rather do it at 80 degrees than 20 degrees.
Fortunately, love bugs don’t bite, sting, or chomp on foliage – they are all out for one thing – love! A popular Florida novelist wrote of a promiscuous friend “(he) has the sexual discipline of a lovebug”.
We had a lovely cool, breezy, morning today. A great opportunity to take a bit of a bike ride! As the air temperature began to rise, the love bugs began to fly again. That put an end to my ride. I rode home breathing through clenched teeth to keep from inhaling them. ~pam