In the mid-1970s I once realised a long-held romantic plan to spend a night sleeping under blossoming apple trees. I took an air madrass, a sleeping bag, and a blanket, and settled in the lovely, scented environment on the lawn.
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It didn't take long to understand that the idea had its drawbacks. There were insects, mainly gnats... buzzing and eager. All I could do was to pull the blanket over my head. It was suffocating, I had to have fresh air... The gnats attacked again...
And my poor cat was all confused. He didn't know whether he was a fierce predator or a pet. He moved around me uncertainly, curled to sleep on my stomach, jumped off to prowl, came back, ...
Finally the sun rose, gnats disappeared, and I could sleep.
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