... and it is called fly season in Colorado, in the rainy season after a drought.
OMG, I've never seen so many nasty little biting flies that don't even remotely care if they're being swished or swatted at. My poor horses. Although I'm beginning to wish I had a tail - my ponytail isn't quite enough.
Okay, I will quite complaining. Rain is good, rain is good, I promise not to pray for drought.