Just when I think I have “HAD IT”, with living in the country.
When I am at the “end of my rope”, with the flies.
And the miller moths.
And the flying ants.
The spiders and snakes.
Not to mention the creepy crawly things I can’t even identify.
I walk out on the porch.
Of why I love the country.
Oh, and there is skinny dippin’ in the hot tub, which is a nice little bonus.