Out hiking in the bush, stumble upon a new waterfall, nice pool. Have a bathe, a bit of a picnic, hike back through the bush, go home. Days out like this are a dream – until you wake up the next morning. That’s when you realise that, as that lovely rainforest brushed against you, as you climbed over branches and mossy rocks to get to another fabulous destination, you picked up a few extra passengers along the way. Bete rouge. Red beasts. A kind of red bug. Some refer to them (acurately or not, I’m not sure) as chiggers. I call them little sods. Sods rouge. Actually they are kinky little sods rouge, because they don’t invade any old part of your body. Oh no. They really like to have a rummage around dans votre pants.
Not being an expert on the best parts of the body to have a petit feast, inject a little saliva, leave a rash that is exquisitely itchy at moments of the day and night you’d rather not be having a good scratch of your nether regions, bete rouge have decided that the crotch is the haute cuisine of human dining. They really love a bit of meat and two veg. The F Word definitely springs to mind. So if you see me standing in the line at the bank, having a weird little dance, nope I’m not listening to WCK on my ipod.
funny..
Hate those lil critters
Not in de wet forest, out in de cut over grassland.
Bay rum & shower will do de job good man.
Actually, I think they rather like a hot shower and bay rum !!