I am bad at being outdoors. In my romantic imagination I love nothing more than being out exploring, but this doesn’t mean I’m any good at it. I am consistently underprepared and usually inappropriately dressed, leading to me feeling cross, cold, sunburned, bitten, lost, itchy, thirsty, hungry or any combination of the above. On top of that, as I get older, I’m getting grumpier and less tolerant of both wildlife and people. So, apologies in advance for my latest ramblings. I’m sure to offend someone.
It’s impolitic to say so, but there are multiple species (or entire taxa) that I view with emotions ranging from wary distrust through to positive loathing. On the shortlist for animals that induce maximum personal discomfort are: mosquitoes, midges and flying ants; toads, hornets and…
