Okay, insects of the world…I surrender. Enough. Yesterday, riding in the field was barely tolerable, despite our sweeping swallow escort (yes, we had a swallow doing low-altitude circles around us, and no, Lucky didn’t mind), today I had to get off twice, once because he got a case of the lonelies (calling back to the barn) and once because he was spending all his time biting at his chest and kicking at his stomach to try and discourage the never-ending assault from the winged insect set. I can barely walk the dogs down the road without being dive-bombed by a squadron of deer flies.
Enough. I give up. Apparently, there is no chemical warfare that even slows you down. The home blends don’t even faze them, the wipe-on oil only slows them down for a minute. Apparently we are all doomed to hide indoors until a lovely, lovely killing frost wipes everything out.