Gawd I hate these things. When the good Lord was handing out attributes to all of his worldly creatures, just where did he find teeth that were sharp enough to slice leather that would fit onto a grain of pepper?
It has now been an hour since I had to roll down my car window at the fast food drive thru. The air was swimming with the bastards.
I am safe in my office, but I still feel like my scalp is crawling and maybe they got in my nostrils or ears. I will be scrathing all day long at the imagined demons. I hate them more than I hate my ex-husband.
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