Panels one and two are only slightly exaggerated, and depict the conversation I had the first time I encountered what Floridians refer to as “Love Bugs.”
Aside from the dialog being a bit jokier in the comic, the differences between what you see here and what really happened are:
It wasn’t just a couple of bugs on my head. The person I was talking to and I were standing in the middle of a noticeable cloud of the wretched things.
The conversation wasn’t between me and Rick while wearing street clothes. It was between me and a coworker while we were both wearing 1920s bellhop costumes.
I kind of like the fact that I have a life that I have to make less surreal in order for it to be relatable.
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