At the end of the day, blackflies are just part of the deal when you live in a place with actual green stuff. You can fight them with sleeves, spray, and fans, but sometimes you just have to accept the battle scars. I’ve learned to see them as reminders that I’m outside, living my life, instead of hiding inside like a hermit. So wear the goofy hat, embrace the windbreaker, and give those little monsters a serious red-lipstick smile.
You’ve got this. And your ankles will thank you.
