Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I kept hearing this buzzing and clanking noise near our bathroom window. Max said it was probably june bugs, which wasn't reassuring enough for me to fall asleep right away. Plus, shouldn't june bugs be gone already? I mean, it's practically August....
One june bug, I can handle. Swarms of them? Not so much.
When we were in Costa Rica many years ago, we decided to take a little overnight trip to Tortuego. We got there by boat, winding through little channels of water surrounding several small islands. Our "hotel" (and I use the term loosely!) was on one such little island. As we were getting off the boat, some tourists were just leaving to get on our boat. One lady told us how one night the hotel staff turned on the lights inside the pool to divert the swarms of june bugs away from the communal areas.
Because june bugs can't swim and are attracted to light, the staff ended up collecting FORTY trash bags full of dead bugs the next morning.
Unfortunately, all of the june bugs didn't die in the Great Drowning of 2003. Swarms of them were still hanging out, just waiting to pounce on squeamish tourists like myself. We had to walk through a cloud of them to get from our hotel room to the dining area... Even though we ran for it, I still had pick out june bugs from my hair.
Or rather, Max had to pick some out of my hair while I screamed and tried not to jump up and down.