Today, I set out to wander a trail with my son. The weather wasn’t too hot, since there was a little bit of cloud cover, so I was really looking forward to the walk. However, within seconds of getting out of the car, a cloud of mosquitoes engulfed me. I was going to keep going, but the boy took one look at the mosquitoes that weren’t bothering him at all, and told me I had to get right back to the car before I caught malaria. Poor boy has not gone on many walks with me, or he would know that I am a mosquito magnet. I can’t pay much attention to them, or I would never be able to go anywhere at all. He attempted to take a photo, but it is much too blurry to see the bugs. When I got into the car, I could not shut the door fast enough to keep them out, so at least 20 got in the car with us. He killed the last one as I pulled into the driveway and saw this pretty little double rose. Or maybe it’s two roses so close together you can’t tell which is which.
I wonder if I could avoid the mosquitoes by going out in the morning . . .