An ode to invertebrates.

An ode to invertebrates...

"ARGHGETOFFOFMEYOULITTLEBAS.."

The end.

If it flies, crawls, oozes, bites or stings, I've probably encountered it trying to slink into my ears, nose or mouth at some point over the last 5 weeks.

Whenever you see some happy ponies, frolicking about in a  field you'll get horseflies..

Whenever you run into deer or boars, you're entering Tick country

They get very heavy deer around these parts..

And of course you'll have a papparizi style cloud of winged followers keen for the taste of your flesh whenever you're near a mountain, or a river, or a wood, or farms....

So it's evening time, you've made camp in a secluded spot, eaten a quick meal before the mozzies come out in force, washed and headed to bed. You're now warmly ensconced in a sleeping bag listening smugly as the crowd of bloodsuckers futilely mill around outside the netting.

You turn out the light, and start to doze off...

Sometime later you sleepily adjust the covers as you start to peacefully drift away. Then your hand encounters something slimy. Slimy, cold and unexpected...

I shall name thee "Sir Squishy" and you will want for nothing.

A few days after this I switched from camping to comfy "walls and roof" sleeping arrangements.