Sickos.

When I started this blog, back when we lived in Alaska, I could regale you with all sorts of tales of the land. I could discuss things that intrigued you about Alaska, like sixty below zero temps or how for fun, Alaskans build outhouses and race them down the street. I could blog/vlog about our adventures in hunting in The Arctic Circle. Perhaps you were surprised when during a bonfire with friends, a moose walked right up to our party. Now, that was entertaining. There was always a bear, dall sheep, or something to write home about.

Here in Louisiana...

There are the love bugs.

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Not nearly as exciting.

But this is my life now and I should document it.

Is anyone else offended by these nasty little creatures? I mean, could you procreate somewhere other than my car, front door, and mailbox please?

They. are. everywhere. Just the other day, I endangered my life as I drove to Lake Charles because of one (err, TWO) of these suckers. They were on the driver's side window, just enough to where I could see them in my peripheral vision. I tried to ignore them, but...

umm...

GRODY!

I pushed the pedal to the metal, aiming to get those little black bugs out of my sight. I even gave them a pep talk about going to fly with their friends (who were mating nearby, the sickos). They just wouldn't leave and I was inching close to 80 mph and I wasn't on the interstate. Luckily, they let go and left me to finish my drive in peace.

For such a sweet, cute name they are some ugly creatures.