Bugs

I went for a walk - it was too short and easy to be called a hike - and got ferociously assaulted by mosquitoes, as did my walking companions.

One of them counted 37 bites on her body.

There was, literally, blood.

The worst part? We were looking for a cache and gave up without finding it. Having checked the hint again, I looked in the right area, but missed it. I wanted to stay, but it would be have been inhumane to continue to subject my companions to the onslaught.

%$*#@ bugs.

*Urp*

I'm not going to comment on the content of this editorial, but merely note that the tone is incredibly whiny and anti-intellectual. I suppose it's intended to be a mockery of the state, but to me it comes across as saying a lot more about how Hering sees the world than anything else.

...OK, fine: The editorial contains not a single bit of information on why there are land-use laws and restrictions in the first place and without that it's about as worthless as all that horse shit I stepped over this morning while trying to find this.