blackfly buffet

one day while traveling in the forest she did not take the advice of her smelly male acquaintances telling her that she didn’t need to shower when camping that when camping one doesn’t need to worry about smell so much because you see everything smells in the forest of excrement or urine of forest animals procreating with all the fluids splashing round and it is just one big hodgepodge of filth and to get through it one must take at face value that to wear luxurious or sexy perfume and creams and all the things that our culture forces upon women to make them sleek smooth and smelling like rose petals etc. is to bait those same creatures that are looking for a quick bite like said fat lazy american might on the highway stopping at a big boy to stop themselves full of cholesterol deep fat grease and a more rapid decline and eventual death so she who walking stupidly sexy in the forest was to be a blackfly buffet that she saw the swarm come in her direction buzzing quietly as they do and that she did not drench herself subsequently with deet or deep woods off or whatever floats ones soon-to-be-bit-up-to-a-bloody-pulp one supposes was not her biggest problem but when she left the forest the flesh just below her hairline on her neck now looked like a scratched n’ bleeding n’ inflamed extravaganza.