Friday evening I was walking the dogs along a path we don’t take too frequently. Sampson had run ahead and Delilah was close on the end of her leash investigating a bush.
All of a sudden Delilah jumped straight up and backed away from where she was sniffing. I called her to me my side and stroked her head in an effort to comfort her.
Since I know we have garter snakes in the woods, I stopped and listened but I didn’t hear the distinct rustle of a snake through brush. None-the-less I cautiously approached the area and looked around (without poking,) but couldn’t see anything.
I called Delilah indicating it was alright to follow me. I know she was still spooked because as she approached that particular area she jumped over that portion of the trail.
The rest of our walk continued without incident.
Yesterday while we were walking Delilah jumped and twisted her head around to look at her back. I noticed a fly on her and I swatted it away but I’m pretty sure it was a deer fly and I’m pretty sure it bit her. I say that because as we were readying for our walk this morning, she kept turning around again and looking at her back.
I had no idea there were such a thing as deer flies until last year when I got bit by one. At the time I thought it was a horse fly but the deer fly is actually much smaller, oh and did I mention they bite.
After the attack of the bugs last year I went out and bought one of those electric rackets, you know the one I mean.
I’m siriusly thinking of bringing it with me on my walk tomorrow. I will swing that racket and I will smote those bugs like Lord Voldemort smote the Death Eaters and Goblins after the Huffle Puff Horcrux was stolen from Gringotts.
So if you happen to be in my area tomorrow and hear someone screaming “Avada Kedavra,” make sure you maintain a safe distance.