don't feed the wildlife

These monstrous insects were hard to avoid, and had me in hysterics at least twice, once at mile 9 of an 18 mile bike trip, which made Keith a bit nervous I was gonna run off the cliff. One slap to the back of my head killed five bloody ones at once. But, thanks to some clutch headnets we purchsed in Fairbanks, we all made it out with most of our body parts.
Falling asleep to a loud orchestra of mosquitos is no less than creepy-crawly.