Sitting there, minding my own business, watching my son’s baseball game, I had my first visitor of Summer.

Not that this happens often, but it would certainly be less likely during any other season.  A bug crawled down the back of my shorts.  Right into the plumber’s region.  High enough to be safe.  Low enough to be awkward.

I partially jumped from my folding chair and as casually as possible trust my hand into the back of my shorts in pursuit of the intruder.

Fortunately for me (unfortunate for the bug), I squashed it in time (insert your own “crack kills” joke).

Welcome to Summer, bugs.  Just remember, some areas are verboten.