One thing that I can't get used to in Virginia, are the bugs. There are so many, making it impossible to enjoy the outdoors. Right now we have an infestation of inch worms. It's RAINING inch worms.
And it is disgusting. They are dangling from the trees on invisible threads, making them hard to see until you walk right into one. And there are at least a gazillion dangling in my front yard right now.
Just walking out to the car gives me the hibby gibbies, because I know for a fact that there is a creepy crawly on me somewhere. It is now common practice to check each other for worms after each brief trip out doors.
A picture of the box on my front porch. Covered in inch worms.
It's hard to see from this picture, but what you see are inch worms that are dead/alive/spawning.
I can't open the mailbox with out touching one (I didn't brave the trip to take the picture, sorry) and even my front door is covered. You can see three in this picture. One of which is dangling from the door handle- just waiting for me to snag it's thread so it can climb aboard my body and crawl up my sleeve and down my neck. Yes, I have found them up my pant leg, down my neck, and on my chest.
And, yes, I scream. Every. Single. Time.
And the 17 year cicada apocalypse is coming next. (Shudder)
1 comment:
I totally hear ya about the bug thing. We've been here almost three years and i can't stand the bugs here. And raining inch worms is the perfect description.they have been worse than i remember them. And i miss the yards out west. The grass and hanging out in the back yard just isn't the same here. However, The cicadas, i love them! Well, not when they show up dead on my front porch, but i love the hum of the south. They lull me right to sleep, those ugly suckers. Sorry for the novel, but you hit the nail on the head with your post. Gotta love the south!
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