SEE UPDATE AT END OF POST:
I went outside after a long fun newsy phone call from my Iowa friend (hearing the gory details of the cancelled Adele concert) to soak up the glorious sun, minding my own business, sipping lemon water, staring at the blue sky when out of nowhere, a swarmlet of killer flies came right at me, to my neck, my chest….I’m wearing a sleeveless v-neck bathing suit cover-up…
I got stung* on my neck and chest, five or six times, stung like hell and I actually screamed, that’s how much it hurt. Dawg was outside with me and I dragged her in (she was looking worried that I was screaming) but I didn’t want HER to get stung.
I thought I was fine once in the house but wham, another huge sting to my side – a fly got down my dress and got me. I went running and screaming, in pain, undressing as I ran, into the bathroom and into the shower – one fly flew off and must still be in the house but he’s off me at least.
The only other time this happened to me was years and years ago in the city, when the kids were young, at a city park and I got bit three or four times by bees. Thankfully I am not allergic so I did not then or now have any reaction to the stings. *I guess technically a fly doesn’t sting, but they must bite because it sure hurt like hell.
I don’t know why the flies are out in full force today, the first really perfect day we’ve had in weeks but it is tempting me to buy one of those zappers. I hate the thought of them but gee, I don’t want to go through that pain again any time soon, or ever.
I find myself still scratching my back and sides, as if they are still on my body. And what a gorgeous day. I don’t want to stay inside so until I decide if I buy a zapper, I may hunt down the old college dorm Vornado fan we have and bring it outside to keep the flies at bay – that may work, right?
I haven’t found the Vornado fan bit I did find this wimpy wimpy wimpy version of a standing fan and have it on full blast in the direction I am sitting:
PS: To the child who was here borrowing a long extension cord and didn’t fold and loop it when putting it back, I know who you are and I’ll get you for this! Grrr.