I was walking down the road in the early morning a few days ago, when the air was so thick with humidity, it was like breathing soup. I'm not really a perspirerer but that day was definitely an exception to the rule. It seemed especially buggy, too, and I was swatting at pesky mosquitoes and other flying nuisances. At one point, I batted at something trying to bite the back of my neck, and killed whatever-it-was in the process, only to have it adhere to my sticky skin. Ew!! It reminded me of the day (when I was about 9) when I got in trouble for something I can't even remember, and I went out to the shed to pout. We lived on a small farm at the time, and there were several "out buildings" to choose from. I scrunched down on the dirt floor feeling sorry for myself, pulled my knees into my chest and sat thinking about how unjust my life was. I must have been there at least a few minutes when I felt something tickly/itchy on my neck. I remember being too mad to worry about an itch, so I ignored it the first couple of times. By the third tickle, I felt so annoyed to be distracted from my woes that I flicked my hand up to scratch my neck, and caught hold of something that squished against my neck and stuck. It was a big old nasty well-fed caterpillar. But it snapped me right out of my pity-party and I fled the shed.
(And may they stay OUTside)