Today, at Lake Cheston, a teenage fisherman asked, "Ma'am, are you not hot?"
"Why no," I said and added to myself, "and I am not bothered by bugs either!"
Within a hundred steps, I was bugged, however: a large Tawny Emperor butterfly alit on my leg and probed through the fabric with his proboscis, hunting, I think, my salty sweat. I took a step and still he clung to my "insect shields." I shook and still he clung. Finally, I gently brushed him away.
If this were the only encounter of this kind, I wouldn't think much of it. But Blue Corporals have also been attracted to my poisonous pants. Now I wonder just what kind of shield I've bought.More importantly, how many insects am I unintentionally poisoning?
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