The bugs . They ’re scramble me down .
I ’m not entirely unenlightened . I cognize that when I signed up to live on a farm that there would be significantly more brute around than in our piffling city backyard . I imply , I ’ve spend enough time on farm , on encampment trips and in tropical countries to not be wholly gross out by creepy crawlies . But now , it feels like they ’ve infiltrate my life :
Carpenter bees digging holes in our deck of cards .
Small roaches skittering across drab corner of the business firm .
chigger andtickshitching drive on my branch when I go on a walking .
Wasps building nest in the eaves of our ceiling .
emmet crawling over and biting my feet as I cut herbs beside the porch .
Spiders — at the most miraculous upper possible — sewing their webs across our walking route and in the turning point of our living room .
Horse flies dive bombing my car when I come home in the eventide .
The other morning , still half numb as I was waiting for coffee to brew , I leaned over our kitchen parry to find myself human face - to - face with an arrowhead spider ( an orb - weaver finch type that are super prevalent on our farm ) hang off the range of mountains pulls of the overhead light . I watched as it lowered itself by a strand of webbing , balled it up , climbed back up to the clout , zigzagged its agency between the fan pull and the light pulling , and repeated the process over and over again . It was unbelievable , though albeit somewhat invasive , especially pre - caffein .
Everywhere I turn there is something creeping , cower , burn or buzzing . Even in the rain shower I find myself struggle net and check spiders carefully crawl out of range of my animal foot . It ’s enough to make any person go harebrained . Even though most of the hundred bug bites I received whentrekking through the woodsa few weeks ago are nearly healed , every day a newfangled itchy spot appears somewhere on my physical structure . It ’s like we ’re immigrant to this world of theirs and their substance to us is very clear-cut : This is our habitation , and we want you out .
I ’m of the mentality that we need to peacefully coexist with microbe , and justly now I ’m invariably being challenged in this ideology . Insects are a part of this touchy ecosystem that we ’ve learned can get completely out of whack when we attempt to decimate an entire species . And I get it — they were here first , and they want to exert their authority . But every daytime , I ’m hold out the temptation to reach for that can of pest spray and start with a clean slating .
In all comeliness , we ’ve hear that the bug around these part are the worst that they ’ve been in 20 years , so I ’m banking on the idea that next class I can go out to my garden or take a paseo around my farm and not need to always wear upon long knickers and long sleeve to avoid getting eat alive . Also , themosquitoesdon’t really seem to be an issue here — and as someone who tastes very sweet to mosquitoes , this is glorious . It ’s in these thing that I take solace , as I live in misery of the summer version of cabin fever . But I ’m also looking forward to those parky days of late crepuscule and winter when I can get outdoors and enjoy my land in peace .
