Until recently I had fond memories of Sands Point, located on the North Shore of the Island. I remember being a little girl there and it being a magical place. This past Easter Sunday my parents and I embarked on the journey to the North to see Sands Point. The ride was pleasant and as we got closer things looked familiar. I stepped out the car and it was beautiful. The grass was green the sky blue and the water sparkled.
I was deceived. As I got closer to the castle and the water I started being attacked by little bastard bugs. There were everywhere! I practically ran away screaming. There is nothing I loath more then a bunch of little fleas and gnats all up in my face, up my nose, in my mouth, my hair. It was awful. As I ran into the car I took about 5 of them with me and I squished them dead with sick pleasure. Die you bastards! I felt like they were crawling all over me hours later. Yuck!
Of course I seem to be the only one bothered by these flying shitheads, but I have proof of their numbers…
There are 18 bugs in this picture. Disgusting.
