With buzzing season soon upon us I was thinking if there was a noble prize for bugology, I wouldn’t win it. Many bugs I detest, like ones that sting, stink or sink there sabre tooth in you. Irritating ones that buzz about my ears mosquitoing their way around, and then they go quiet, because even after all my hand waving to rid me of one, it is suddenly feeding on me on the back of my neck.
Roaches, fire ants, hornets, wasps, talk about a bunch nastieness, and the unbelievably numerous common bottle fly, why. What’s the purpose if not only to make insect killers and fly swatter companies rich, whilst were still under siege? Don’t get me started on how truly evil I think wood ticks are. Sneaky deceitful, and then when you do find one attached, it’s so vile, so creepy.
And how about the middle of the road bugs, the ones that don’t bother me, but don’t do anything for me either, grasshoppers, many moths, spiders to a point. And I think any bug in a person’s home, particularly our home, should get a one-way ticket to the eternal pest heaven escorted by each and every Asian lady beetle.
And finally ya know the exception to every rule. I like fireflies, dragonflies, some butterflies and my favorite, is the humble bumblebees that are here for a short time each summer, lasting as long as a short summer always seems to with a seemingly endless supply of bugs.
--The trout whisperer
