Late last night, as we were driving back from the airport, we ran into a curious meteorological phenomenon: we entered a dense cloud of thick, chunky material that clunked into our car like a hailstorm and reduced visibility quite a bit. Only I guess it wasn’t meteorological, strictly speaking — it was the May insect hatch. Say, do you think you can read our license plate now?
I’m thinking that with our identity obscured this would be a perfect time to go on a crime spree.
I’ll put a closeup below the fold.
I’ll spare you one thing. As we were driving, we tried to improve visibility by using the windshield wipers, so this morning the windshield is coated with a lovely green slime. The photos looked genuinely revolting, so I’ll pass on ruining your appetite. This time.
My wife did charge back into the house this morning and tell me that no way was she driving that car to work today, and she gave me a meaningful look. You know, that look. I’ve been trying to figure it out all morning. I think it meant that today I was supposed to go out and take photos of all the cool arthropods adorning our vehicle, in which case…job done!