OF BUZZING, HUMMING, WHINING AND GREEN BURRS MY MULMUR HILLS ADVENTURE: I AM NO PIERRE RADISSON! MY MULMUR HILLS ADVENTURE
Before we packed up and headed back to Toronto all of us went for a short walk on the trail behind the tennis courts. High pitched whining, buzzing and humming all around me. And if I stopped little skeeters and all manner of insects attacked me. Bugs in the forest looking for my blood or flesh! Flying Draculas! Suzy Larue said no breeze to blow the little buggers away you are dead meat.

And those tiny green burrs on my head. OUCH I said to Bob removing them!
Let’s face it I am no Pierre Radisson.
I have a little poem;
As a Westie I love the outdoors
But stay away you blood sucking and flesh biting whores!
