Love Is In the Air - Lovebugs

I always know when it is time for their arrival. When the “snowbirds” are making their way to our State for their Winter stay, and then again when the “snowbirds” begin to pack up, and head back home. Here they come, like clockwork.

Here in Florida, twice a year, we become bombarded by these pesky little bugs that insist on going around connected ass to ass, and on first appearance, appear to be harmless. They don’t bit, or sting, just flying slowly around landing here and there. They are unafraid, and move so slowly you can easily reach out and grasp them, or have them land on your hand.

The problem with them is, they appear to be fond of mass suicide, and swarm across roadways, causing all sorts of hazards for motorists. When these black and red packages of love are hot and heavy, a trip down the road can seem to eliminate them by the masses. I have seen windshields that are so saturated with so many of these little pests, you have to wonder how the driver can possibly see where they are going. Please, oh please, if you are a motorcyclist, do not ride around with a smile on your face. One of their favorite pastimes (besides the quite obvious), is becoming a permanent component of your paintjob, along with clogging your radiator.

A Lamentation on Lovebugs

If on the very first plague’s day
Lovebugs had flown Pharaoh’s way,
He would have said, “Israel, You can’t stay!
Pack your bags! Leave right away!”
“All things have their place,” you say;
but I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.
Flying around end to end,
what kind of lesson do they send?
It is as if they don’t really care
That the whole wide world sees their rears
in the air.
“All things have their place,” you say;
But I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.
They come in clouds and splat like rain,
On my car’s freshly cleaned window pane;
Impale themselves on its shiny grill,
And some will be there next year still.
“All things have their place,” you say;
But I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.
And so I wait for fall’s cool air,
When I step outside and they aren’t there.
I’ll whoop and holler and shout with glee,
On the day my world is lovebug free.
Bob Adams
September, 2004

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