As you drive a long, there are hundreds of birds swirling around in the sky eating Millers. Traffic intersections in town are full of barn swallows diving, swooping and zooming around like little fighter jets as they snatch up the Millers.
Any time someone opens a door or a window, Millers fall out and flutter away to some other dark crevice or hidey hole.
This morning I was innocently driving along to work, singing along with the CD in my stereo and
OH MY GOD!
A Miller flew UP my knee length skirt and was fluttering, flapping and trying to find a dark spot to hide.... which is all that is up any one's skirt! Thighs and skirt folds and knee pits and my... my... *ahem*
I am not generally a squeal-y type of girl but in this instance?
I was squealing like ten litters of swine! It is amazing I didn't take out five cars, a few pedestrians and the bike to work dude....
I got the Miller out and then it was zooming around the car - dive bombing my head - I rolled down all the windows and saw it sucked out. I hope it was IMMEDIATELY eaten by a barn swallow.
I made it to work but I can still feel the flapping... I need a shower. I need pants...
I am not wearing another skirt until Miller Moth season is OVER!