Okay, my list of paces to move to is growing, and not a moment too soon. Keep 'em coming! I just cut the lawn and...blech. Giant creepy spiders, unidentified flying bugs, prehistoric creatures with far more legs than is normal - I'm sure they were mutants.

You know, I don't actually mind the springtime bugs. Everything is somehow smaller then. Maybe it's because they're all babies. But by this time of year, they're all giant and there are so many of them. Blech!

I think that's why Mr. Geogirl keeps suggesting we move to Tenerife - he says it's like springtime here, but all year long, and they did a massive, island-wide effort to eradicate roaches several years ago, so the annoying, creepy variety of bugs is pretty minimal. There's probably something to the fact that apparently, it doesn't rain much there, either.

It might be the ideal place for a bug-phobe like me.