It’s September, which means that it’s time for the semi-annual Love Bug Flight here in central Florida. And I am not referring to Disney-fied Volkswagens.
If you’ve ever spent any time around the Gulf Coast or in the Sunshine State, you are all too familiar with these critters. Great clouds of them cover the land twice a year: once in spring, the second in late summer. Drive any distance on an interstate highway during their migrations and your windshield and radiator grille will become heavily bespattered with their remains. Feh.
Love bugs - really, a kind of march fly - get their popular name from the fact that they invariably are seen conjoined, couple by couple, in a sort of flying flagrante delicto formation. They do not sting or bite; as far as we humans are concerned, they’re pretty harmless.
Which is not to say that it’s fun having them around. It’s difficult to enjoy a poolside morning amidst clouds of fuckflies. Get a room!
Gotta keep that in mind next time we plan a trip down here. Yeef.