Outdoor Guy and I are adjusting to life at lower elevation, including all the darn bugs in this place. Ants, millers, earwigs, flies…the list of nuisances we’ve never really had to deal with before is growing.
The funniest comment of the night belongs to my husband when he saw the horde of flying ants converging in our lawn this evening.
“Oh, great, the fifth plague,” he said. “I’ve been wondering when it would show up.”