Tig just came inside. He wanted a snug, which is my picking him up and petting him while he purrs. I found what I thought was a bit of pine needle on his fur, and picked it off. It wasn’t pine needles. It was a mosquito. Only it wasn’t a mosquito. It was two mosquitos. Humping.

Seconds later, it was two dead mosquitoes. Still in hump position.

I cannot tell you how grossed out I feel right now. I do not like pine needles moving on me, and turning into insects.

Ew. Ew. Ew. I hate bugs.

Well, at least I just stopped a few hundred more mosquitoes from coming into the world.