Barnabas Monkeypants

One last post on our vacation. And this one has to do with one of Kristen’s favorite subjects. That would, of course, be bugs.

I’m no fan of bugs, but if I see one crawling around the bathroom (the favorite haunt of the many legged ones), I’ll grab some toilet paper and go smooshing. If Kristen sees said bug, there will be screams, prancing around on tiptoes, and likely tears. (This is where I, as the husband, come swooping in and crush that arrogant arachnid, saving the day. Sometimes I wear a cape.)

In Maine and Massachusetts there were, thankfully, no bugs to be found in the hotel rooms. Outside, however, was another matter. I don’t know what makes it different up there in New England — is it the salty sea water? the crustaceans? the accents? — but they make their bugs big. Really big.

Especially the mosquitoes, which I think were actually half-puma. They were gigantic and hairy, and when they landed on you, you could feel their weight. If you tried to swat them away, they fought back!

When we finally left Maine, Kristen and I were covered in bug bites, huge welts all over our arms, legs, and back. Not only were they itchy and uncomfortable, but they were red and quite obvious when wearing short sleeved shirts, shorts, or, in Kristen’s case on Saturday, a short red bridesmaid dress.

I’m still a little itchy, but thankfully the boils have begun to subside. Next time, we all have to remember to bring a gallon of bug repellent.

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