This weekend I learned something groundbreaking about myself: I, Margaret Andrews, am a city girl.
Right. So..... I shouldn't be surprised that going in to the suberbs is now an event, like going hiking for instance. Or playing fetch with mountain lions. I don't like hiking very much. Or at all. I don't *do* strenuous physical activity, k? But there I was, the city girl saying, "EWWW! There's bugs evvverrrryywhere!" And that would be my friend's que to say, "Grett, they're MOSQUITOS. Get over it."
I couldn't believe myself- the chica who used to swim in freshwater lakes as a kid. The one who rolled around in the grass and called earthworms her 'best friends'. I think I've hit rock bottom.
Do you think they have intervention for prima donna city girls like me? The most wildlife I see everyday is the fuzzy booty bunnies, the friendly "could you spare a peanut" squirrels, and the chirptastic birds on the walk to work. I don't even have SPIDERS in my building. Nada. Zip. Zilcho.
It's all about environment. I'm quite sure that if I purchased a house out in the country again the bugs and I would be intimate friends. For now, however, they seemed to sense I was from the city because I only got 2 minor, hardly even itchy bites. Which of course means I'm emanating a 'don't fuck with me' horomone. Hmmmm... must have picked that up in the past few years.
Cool.