The extended family recently took a trip to Orlando. Apparently we went during love bug season. This last only a few months out of each year, April-May and September-October, but it's hella-annoying.
At first, I thought they called them love bugs just to give them a cutesy name so you wouldn't hate them so much. They land everywhere. The wall, the ground, on you. Especially on you. They don't bite, but still who wants bugs landing on them. It's like they're just flying around in their own little worlds.
It wasn't till the second day of the trip that I realized that they were in their own little worlds and just why exactly they're called "love bugs." The damn things fly around doing the do!
Rarely, do you see one alone. They are constantly getting it on. Which made it that much grosser when they landed on me. "Awww! They're copulating on me!" I would yell as I jumped around, fanning and swatting.
Imma need the love bugs to get a room.