Locusts
The fly by went on for seven hours. That is seven hours of hundreds, thousands, millions of Locusts flying past, with some thousands and thousands deciding to stop over for awhile.
Bastards.
I can't see my lawn for locusts, and walking through them I guess is like a flapping snow storm. Now while I dislike these creatures, and the absolute destruction they bring, they are mother natures creatures....and...well..damn it...No, I draw the line at having them flapping and getting caught in my hair while I am hanging out the washing
*GUH*
They are on my windows, my doors. You step out the door, there is a carpet of them.
Sorry Mother Nature...Die locusts Die!