Remember the Itch Mite invasion of 2007? Apparently, nearly microscopic insects hitched a ride on the 17 year cicadas and liked what they saw here in Sweet Homeland. Clouds of these creatures drifted down from tree limbs or on a summer breeze often ending up on the tender flesh of people just sitting on their deck or walking the dog. They make up for their small size by packing a potent neurotoxin venom that leaves a small but very itchy red bump behind. You couldn’t even feel it happen. Although the cicadas are long gone and their eggs are dreaming buzzy dreams at the base of our trees, the mites are still here. (At least in my yard.) So, wear tight, long sleeve clothing on those hot, humid days, stay inside all the time listening to the radio (you know which station) and, whatever you do, don’t scratch!
These tunes might help:
- “Buggin” by the Flaming Lips. A psychedelic tribute to our insect friends.
- “Don’t Bug Me Baby” by Joe “King” Carrasco and the Crowns. A Tex-Mex warning to pests of all kinds.
- “Baby, Scratch My Back” by Slim Harpo. Shared itching decreases.
- “Poison Ivy” by the Coasters. OK, it’s flora not fauna, but still time to break out the lotion.
- “Skin, Is My” by Andrew Bird. The largest organ in the body. Keep it bug-free.