posted on Oct, 16 2011 @ 03:48 PM
Here in Central Florida, there was a short (only about 10 days) but heavy (especially thick in the low-lying protected areas) season with the little
buggers.
I have never had any really negative fun with them (unlike mosquitos, fire-ants, and hornets) until this year. I was riding my HD FatBoy near Daytona
when one (which of course is two) flew directly into my mouth. I kacked but swallowed the SOB, only mildly grossed out. Then, as I was passing thru
Cocoa Beach, I slowed for a group of bikini clad honeys alongside the road waiting for a break to cross the road. I assumed my "studmuffin" pose,
gut in - chest out, tough looking, grey-bearded "real man". As I approached, another love-bug pair again hit the back of my throat. No easy
swallow this time - they beat wings as hard as they could in my throat as I made "cat with a hair ball" noises, causing me to swere from side to
side, nearly dumping my ride on the shoulder. I finally got it woahed up on the side of the road, and proceeded to spit and curse "F**K!" while
leaning over the bike and trying to clear my throat and not barf. I spit about a gallon of phlem and finally they were gone - down or up, I don't
know. As I regained my senses and tried to scrape spit off my shirt, I noted 11 or 12 of the young women no more than 30 feet away, laughing very
very hard at the old man obviously having a seizure. I immediately let out the clutch, and slowly putted away.
I hate lovebugs.