Another word of warning, Hansel wasn't wearing his Leiderhosen but he was wearing shorts, which he regretted immediately. I have joked over the years how much mosquitoes must love the English. I've always had a problem with them and they never so much as nibble on Gregg. Bizzarro World, this time he couldn't get away from them and every step we took we were both slapping them off. They even got us through our clothing. See the photos below? Gregg wasn't acting. I love my hat, I used it to pound on my back like a self-flagellating monk, swatting myself at every step. I stopped taking photos after a while because as soon as you stopped moving they were even worse.
Gregg left me in the dust and I teased him when he finally stopped to make sure I was still following. I couldn't keep pace. Each time he stopped he would do a pretty good impression of dancing the highland fling and once again I watched as he disappeared around the next bend, still swatting vigorously. I couldn't help but see the funny side of things, we both did. We were very happy to reach our car and had a good laugh when, to prevent any followers, we shut the doors with a bang. Fifteen minutes later we spotted it at the same time, one had indeed made it inside but we soon got rid of it at the next stop and breathed a sigh of relief as we saw it fly out the window. We had had enough of those things. "Mommy, why did God make mosquitoes?" Our son might have asked that question years ago and I would probably have answered, "So that Mommy can have a good laugh in 20 years or so, watching Daddy dance the Highland Fling."