Black flies, horse flies, deer flies and mosquitoes to them I am a tasty treat, like Cheetos or Doritos . I rub my skin with Insect Off and spray with DDT but still the pesky insects love to make a meal of me. My blood type's O - I must admit. A magnet draws them near. But I'm not pregnant, don't wear black and never have a beer. I tend the garden, water plants and drag out pesky weeds. I pray to all the Nature gods - but not one even heeds my fervent cries, I swat and howl. Why must they bite so much? But then a pretty bird flies by. He tweets out, "That's my lunch!" I get it! I am just a part of Nature's magic plan. The bugs eat me and I eat steak that's fried up in a pan.