No, I’m not talking about millennials and their problems with communicating and forming relationships with other human beings.
I am talking about the clouds of insects peculiar to north Florida and the Panhandle in the summertime.
When we first got down here from Norf Cacklelackey in July of ’99, my aunt was living over in Destin and able to fill us in on most things regarding Panhandle life.
The one thing she said that was absolutely foreign to us was when she said how lucky we were to get here before “the lovebugs started their swarming.” Having never heard of such things, it didn’t sound too awful, and, sincerely, how bad can something with “love” in the name be?
Well, it turns out we had decades to look forward to of big gooey messes on our vehicles from said tiny, amorous insects. You never really see a lovebug – about a half-inch long, skinny, black with a red cape flying…
