Bugs in the rugs... and bugging.
I swear to you that when it comes to bugs I am by far the most unfortunate person. If you please, try and recall during my school semester when that random bug hit my face. Well, today I was riding Stella when whack a huge ass horse fly smacked me in my forehead and then proceeded to follow me on a trotting Stella around the entire length of the round pen. Scary. If you've never been bit by a horse fly then you have no idea how painful it is and how long the welt lasts.
When I got home today I was laying on my bed when suddenly a random black ant scuttled across my arm. That sucker was fast and I tried to be faster by smashing him, but he managed to escape my finger. A few minutes later he came back! He wanted to die, he really did. I think he had purchased a one way ticket to his death from one of his buddies. They should feel guilty. Anyway, his smelly carcass is now somewhere in my recently cleaned carpet... yum. And to think that I had wanted to eat off the floor after I had cleaned it.
When I got home today I was laying on my bed when suddenly a random black ant scuttled across my arm. That sucker was fast and I tried to be faster by smashing him, but he managed to escape my finger. A few minutes later he came back! He wanted to die, he really did. I think he had purchased a one way ticket to his death from one of his buddies. They should feel guilty. Anyway, his smelly carcass is now somewhere in my recently cleaned carpet... yum. And to think that I had wanted to eat off the floor after I had cleaned it.