Rant number 152
I think one of the most popular rants I have yet published is the one about wasps. Quite possible because everyone hates the evil, yellow and black suited, shiny bastards. Today, i was reminded that - by no means is the wasp the only truly hateful insect.
I have been eaten alive this evening!
In preparing for tomorrows march contest, we spent the evening playing the march outside. It was in a quaint little tree lined clearing in the park - and could have been really quite nice.
Except for the bloody midges, a creature whose irritating factor is two-fold.
Firstly, the bastards like to bite you and take a small amount of blood.
Now everyones gotta eat: so part of me wouldn't mind too much if a tiny creature wanted to take some of my red vein goo. The thing is though that it leaves an itchy uncomfortable bump behind - which seems really bloody ungrateful!
Secondly, midges seem to have absolutely no sense of self preservation. This evening alone, the buggers wanted to fly directly into just about any part of my body. They seemed hard pressed to get into my ears, my nose, my mouth. Why would they bother?
Do they really think that there is something great in one of my bodily openings? All I can imagine they would find in there is an untimely death!
Stupid bloody midges!
Rant over.
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