LOVE BUGS (love is in the air over Texas)

By Don Kenton Henry

For those not from the South, we are in the middle of “Love Bug” season here in Texas.

This occurs each fall and spring. During this time, love is in the air. Literally. It occurs when millions (more likely, billions, or more!) Love Bugs copulate in mid-flight. It is the insect world’s version of “The Mile High Club” when every LB becomes a member.

I felt like a pimp the other day by my spa’s swimming pool when I made the mistake of rubbing baby oil all over my sculpted and nearly naked human body. A half million or more Love Bugs ceased pestering all the other sunbathers and swarmed me en mass. (I guess I was just more than they could resist.) I was instantly covered in copulating couples in the throes of passion. In no time, I probably had more Love Bug DNA on me than Johnson’s baby oil. Minus the slightest hyperbole, I can attest they found their thrill on my pecs …. which, to them, was Blue Berry Hill. ♥️

I took and tried to post a pic of this love fest, but Facebook deemed it too erotic and not in keeping with their so-called family values. This begs the question …
Do Love Bugs make love for purposes of procreation or … recreation? Or—like us—both?

(It’s the kind of thing that makes you stop and go, “hmmmm … isn’t it?).

What I do know is that even Love Bugs like a little lubrication. (don’t they all 🤔) Perhaps it was the coconut scent of my Johnson … errr, Johnson’s. Imagine what the orgy would have been like had I lit a scented candle and played some Barry White on the Iphone for them. 😮 As it was . . . it made Woodstock seem tame!

*(my first attempt at porn)