Rasta; pyramid's bugs destroyed me one day last summer. It was a weekday morning about seven, I just finished skiing and sat at a table with a thermos of coffee - okay - a beer and was reading the paper. I was still wet. Suddenly my sister-in-law yelled and when I turned to see what was wrong a host of these flying vermin from hell rose in a small black cloud from my back and legs!
By the time I got home I was manifesting a hundred or more evil incredibly itching bites. I stayed in the house for five days recovering. A freakin' nightmare! I like the lake there but I'm too scared to ever go back. Riolado