I flip flopped over the title of this post, but couldn’t come up with anything more appropriate than a swear word. Truth be told there are two kinds of sh!ts that annoy me during the warmer months of the year: packs of teens and moth poop. Now you know why the cuss was needed.
I am not going to deny that I was once a pack-member. There were those nights in high school where no one had money or a car so we would stroll to the park or to some place to eat. The one thing I know we never were was a pack of cookie cutters. Last night on my way home there was a herd of about 15 teens (mostly girls) walking down the street and about 7 ladies had the same outfit on except in different colors. And the boys, both no taller than 5’4″ had Celtics shirts that could have housed a homeless family and “short” that could probably have also been considered manpris. Ah youth. The time when the girls dress to impress their friends and the boys just follow the girls. The thing is, the pack will change direction like a school of spastic fish and walk right out into the street. That’s what annoys me. Didn’t you parents ever teach you to look before you cross? Kids these days…it’s all because of that damn rap music!
Now on to real excrement. Every flat surface outside is covered in teeny tiny little black balls of gypsy moth poop. I’m talking everything, the grill, my car, the stairs, and sometimes the dog if they fall asleep out there (that may be an exaggeration). It’s like the worst type of sand you could imagine. And it’s not like you can just hose it off because I swear once it hits a surface it adheres to it. The little turds didn’t even move when I used the jet setting on my hose. And I can’t avoid it because my street has tons of trees so there is no place for my clear coat to seek refuge! This is the time when I am thankful for my car being black, because it hides the fact that I’m riding around in one big gypsy moth toilet.
Ain’t summer grand?
