I have been riding my bike a lot lately. It is very efficient, clean, and way effing faster around campus then that bros Jeep/Truck/etc. that almost hits me every day riding to Roemer. That is a different topic for a different day, though, so I will get back on subject. So I ride my bike around my area of St. Charles. It's not bad, no dogs chase me and I hardly ever anymore get called a queer, faggot, or am told that I will burn in hell. But there lies my problem, the roads I adventure are outside and bugs live outside.
It has gotten warmer in the last few days and with that, a rise in bugs. I have no issues with bugs. I think they are mostly cool since I am a boy. I only don't like bees, wasps, and those giant ass beewasps looking deals that kills bees and wasps and eats them. I am afraid of those three. So yeah, bugs are neat and fun to watch. My earliest memory of bugs is my uncle or somebody like that had just found a stick bug and I was mind blown. Awesome. I keep getting on tangents about other things than my point. Back to it. The part I hate the most about bugs is their love of living in my hair. Since my 5th grade year in Mrs. Post-Lucas' art class when a tick fell off my head in front of abunch of my peers, I have always hated things being in my hair. I guess it partly ruined bugs for me. I am always paranoid about things on my head, I will get a itch and think some thing is eating my dead skin cells etc. etc. And the temperature lately has not helped my situation one bit.
This semester has been bad for my critters-in-hair phobia. Early this year riding to class before the first cold spell hit. I felt a lot of little things hitting my arms. It felt like little rocks kicked up from a car or something, but I was on a walking path so it wasn't that. I didn't think anything of it and continued. A week or so later I went the same route and had the same thing happen. This time though, one hit my glasses and it was freaking gnat. That is what was hitting me all over. And of course a crap ton landed in my hair. I procided to wigout calmly to make sure none of them little boogers got in there. Some did, sad to say, but I took care of them. I have not taken that path again needless to say. A similar incident happened early this evening. There recently has been an out break of Asian lady bug things around LU. They are not too bad becuase I can see them coming; and they are nice, slow and pretty, go them. But I was riding to the same class as I was riding to when my gnat incident, and you guessed it, a ton of lady bugs hit me as I was riding. I can totally feel them when they hit my head, I quickly got them off my head. All was dandy until an hour into my class when I notice some pocket lint in my pocket. I start to take it out and found out it was a GD lady bug. It startled me. Cory was spooked. It snuck into my pocket, probably to use my phone to call it's bras about the sweet kegger this weekend . That bitch. I am sure I am not the only one who has this problem. Tell stories of your experiences of bugs getting places they should not be in or on. Let us speak up! Revolution is a foot!
Moral of the story: Bugs, you dudes are cool, but if you sneak into my hair or beard or pockets again, I will probably kill you.
Now here is a cool picture of Greg from my Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/coryvanmeter/
Thank you.
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