I ventured into the hills in search of sunsets. Finding none, I returned to the road, having picked up a traveling companion: Roscoe the horsefly. Roscoe followed for about 5 miles, all the while trying – and succeeding – to bite me.
He can be seen in the upper right corner of the field sunset photo above.
Roscoe met an untimely end moments after that photo was taken… when I killed him. The end.
Fuck you, Roscoe.