I know, it looks beautifully calm and serene. As if we are sitting on the edge of the lake listening to the sounds of birds, crickets, and the music and laughter of happy camping families on the next point over. But really, we are listening to the popcorn sounds of bugs as they fry to their quick death in the little yellow tennis racquet bug zapper I hold in my hand because it's impossible to stop swinging it through the giant clouds of tiny gnats as they swarm just above our heads. Impossible I tell you.
(Posted by Laura, duh)