Oh a delight some small winged creature. I tapped at it and encourage it to fly; Slowly at first with but a nail from my index finger. The winged creature did to leave my hairy armed since it had wrapped itself around one of my long hares. I brushed it now to get it to go, but instead it climbed to another hair. Then a feeling on my right ear. Something smaller now that I couldn't see was roaming to close to my ear canal. Swap! I slapped myself in the side of the face. I destroyed something. But no time for morning I returned focus to the wing creature on my arm. ~ Flick! And just like that I'd launched the wing creature off my hair follicle and thus off my arm. "Problem solved, now I can continue to enjoy the peace & tranquility."
Then... a prick on my face...then a crawl on my arm and then... a dance on my leg. Then a nip, and another nip, here and there. I slapped each place I felt the foreign presents. Thwap! Slap! Bap! Flick! Whip!
"Problem Solve?"
Then it began again. Soon, I realized I was under siege by the dreaded no-see-em'. That each landing and wondering or wiggle or even bite was those "Dirty bastard". I just started swinging with fist, and legs, with feet, and arms, flailing! With a punch or slap to my own skin. I saw then fill the air now, winged mini demons. They were swirling all over so close that they got in my mouth. I retreated. Back towards the house. Briskly walking at first... right to an all out sprint. Finally to the porch, out-running my attackers. I safely landing in an old rocking chair. "Bastards!" I thought. Looking across the yard I could see the no-see-em's army fill the air. Scouts of them searching for me to prey on, Somehow I had done it, gotten out of there grasp. I fell back into the rocking chair revealing in the joys of being a faster than my new enemies.
Moments passed... My heart slowed.
I was calm again.
I reflected on what neighbors and even people inside my own residence must be thinking. For me an epic battle had been an stupidly silly dance. I had also beaten myself to hell, which I believed looked like a fight with the invisible man. Though, I could not see any onlookers I assumed my pain had brought such laughter to the point of tears. It phased me for a bit, but I moved on once I realize they would (or have) suffer the same fate at some point.
I rocked slowly in my chair. I felt the love of the pretty morning and the happiness that can only come from escaping no-see-em's. I took a deep breath sucking the dewy air into my lungs. It was getting warmer now and I was glad I slid on my under arm deodorants to combat perspiration. My deodorant smell mixed with the environment. "I smell better than all things green - thought". I looked out towards the water, past the yard of hateful no-see-em's, past the beach to the rolling waves. Then a bee landed on my hand. "Fuck!" I screamed and ran inside.
"Damn you nature you're beautiful bitch filled with bastard creatures.
I shake my fist at you and bid you good day" I went to the coach and popped on the TV.
"Fucking Nature", I grumbled.
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