Eaten Alive

Where I ate the bug

Or very near. A great walk up 105st, through downtown and into McKinney but then…Mill Creek Ravine, where all the mosquitoes meet to eat, or so I discovered. And I learned something. Keep your mouth shut, because one flew into my mouth as I was snapping this picture. I have now armed myself with a can of F-Off.

Prior to this, the trip home was quiet and uneventful. A bit cool and overcast, but no rain. Yet. The deeply sweet scent of the grey-green Russian Olive trees that line the staircases in Louise McKinney Park is so strong it almost pulls you down the stairs, like a siren luring ships into the rocks. Or something like that. Must be all that blood loss…I need to take a nap.


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