Just about the time the mounds of snow from what seemed like the last ice age finished melting and refreezing continuously, daily, all over my sidewalk, and the thousand or so pounds of snow trapped on my roof between my eaves and gutters finally crashed to earth, the boxelder bugs came out of hiding to frolic in the sun, convinced that spring had sprung.
Not so fast, boxelders!
As quickly as…
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