Going bike riding involves coming out the front door, taking a few steps to the garage, wheeling out the bikes, and zipping off to make circles of the neighborhood to the eventual tune of a couple of miles, stopping back in the driveway, wheeling the bikes back into the garage and going inside. At no time do I go on the lawn or under a tree or anywhere else "wildlife" could be lurking.

So will you tell me how when I get inside I end up having a honking big ant crawling on the shoulder of my shirt?

I swear they stalk me. :-)

Labels: bicycles, insects

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. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at 11:28:00 PM

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