It's Goddam Buggy Up Here

July 5, 2005

By Bump Diamond
Man About Town

    People bump into me on the streets, and they want to know what it's like up in the high country these  days, coming off the epic winter and all that.
    Here's what I know: It's goddam buggy up here.
    Up in Yosemite last Sunday, I pulled off the side of the road to do a little manly business, and just about had my wanger torn from my body by clouds of very hungry mosquitos. If that's an image you don't want to hang on to, well, believe me, neither do I.
    I was caught between a rock and wet place, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, being in mid-stream, so to speak.
    Meanwhile, John Dittli and his wife, Leslie, went hikin' up on the Tamarack Bench, behind Rock Creek Lake, and said the skeeters weren't so bad in the heat of the day, but in the morning and the evening, Yowser.
    He did not say "Yowser." I did.
    But John did say that it was his opinion that Louisiana's national bird—the skeeter—was going to be a problem up here probably all the way into September, given the amount of water.

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