It revved from a mediocre spring straight into summer this past week and it confused everyone. The kids, the dog, the landscapers, the trees, the bushes and the animals. And did I mention the bugs? And my children’s almost pathological fear of contact with anything vaguely resembling an insect?
I’m hoping this is a phase because it is no way to live. Both of them will go outside only to come running back in two minutes later with tales of a bee as big as a bus with a personal grudge. Both have been stung by bees in the past, so I understand that one. It’s the shuddering fear of lady bugs, gnats and pill bugs where I have less patience.