Yesterday I went on yet another hike in Teijo with my good friend Jukka. Some where along the
trail he pointed out one hirvikärpänen on my shirt. It looked just like a deformed little black fly moving slowly up my shirt sleeve. I calmly brushed him of in what happened to be Jukka's direction. "Don't do that!" Whats the big deal? I had to ask. Well, turns out that they crawl up your body to your nose or eyes and try to lay eggs. Hahahhh... great. The next 20 minutes I couldn't stop frantically brushing every part of my clothing. I mean, sure it turns out that they move really slow, can only reproduce well in a moose, and the chances are very slim of them doing any harm, but the idea was more then disturbing.But then we stumbled on a berry patch and all thoughts of bugs on my checks were forgotten. Tons of tasty goodness. The blue berries were perfect, the red ones a little ripe, and the two raspberries topped off the meal. So in the end, it was all worth it. Needless to say though, I washed my hair more then once as soon as I was home.
Anyway, the Swedish king was in town on Saturday, but I didn't get to see him.
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