Josh and I have moved to the country for the summer. I mean the country country. Where I wake up to cows mooing and there isn’t a Wal-Mart to be found. We did it for his summer job, painting houses and stuff.
I do love it here. So far we’ve gone four-wheeling, hot dog roasting, and on a date to the local movie theater, which only plays two shows at a time and doesn’t accept credit cards.
On our drive home one day we decided to play “how many pickup trucks can you find.” In a mere three blocks we saw forty-one. Forty-one! That’s, like, more than twice the number of houses here. Josh says that having a truck is like proof of your manhood or something. But I think he’s just trying to get me to agree to let him get one.
So in the next few months you’ll likely see a lot of posts reflecting a city girl’s perspective on the country. Not that I’d describe myself as metropolitan or anything, but I do know that Levi’s aren’t the only brand of jeans out there.
For starters, if you’ve ever lived in the country, you probably know about this summer time problem:
No, I’m not talking about the pretty scenery. I’m talking about the little black spots on the windowsill.
Here’s a closer look:
OK you guys, I’m telling you, flies out here are not normal.
- They’re enormous.
- They’re not afraid of humans– they’ll land on you just as frequently as on the kitchen faucet.
- More proof that they’re not afraid of you: you can swat at them all you want; they’ll stay put.
- They fly more slowly (probably because of their added bulk.)
- Oh, and they multiply unnaturally quickly. Like some kind of copy-and-paste program gone wrong.
I have this problem though. More specifically, a phobia. I hate bugs. Not in an I-hate-bugs-and-so-I-love-to-kill-them way. It’s more like an I-think-they’re-so-gross-I’ll-start-spasming-if-one-of-them-touches-me kind of way. Which means I can’t kill these dang flies. That would require making contact with them. And cleaning up their… (shudder)… little corpses. Which requires even more contact.
It’s such a pity. I mean, look at them. They’re like sitting ducks. I really should kill them.
And I really should kill these two.
Tags: Country Life