Bites, Paranoid People, and Dogs

I'm incapable of going outside without getting massive bug bites. It looks like the bugs were having a Jenny G buffet during our sparkler extravaganza last night. Sometimes I have very bad reactions to bites, and the current one, on the back of my calf, is the size of a baseball and sticks out about an inch. It's not as bad as the one I got about 8 years ago on my thigh that was larger than a softball. I also have one behind my ear, luckily that didn't swell.

I took a walk in a neighborhood near our house tonight. It was a nice walk; I drove it afterwards and it turned out to be 1.7 miles, and I like it because I don't have to drive there. I'm not too big on the idea of driving somewhere to walk, but unfortunately there aren't too many places to walk near our house. There were three houses in the neighborhood that had "No Trespassing" signs up, and two of the houses had more than one. These weren't inconspicuous signs tucked into a deserted corner of the property, they were in the middle of the yard. Think of what a "For Sale" sign would look like. I couldn't decide which was tackier: the "No Trespassing" signs or the house that had about 30 lawn ornaments.

In addition to not liking interlopers, the people in this neighborhood also don't like to supervise their dogs. I don't really appreciate having a barking dog barreling down on me at top speed as its owner offers a meek, "Get back here." I'm not scared of dogs, but I'm not a huge fan of having them run at me whilst bearing their teeth. Luckily for me, the Great Dane I saw out by itself was too intent upon pooping to come after me. Another neighbor had a white German Shepherd out by itself; I was grateful that it didn't try to attack me. I've had two German Shepherds try to attack me in my life; I think that's enough.

Sometimes I don't even know why I go outside.