No See Ums

I'd like to warn all those who find themselves on Highway 37 or 101 to pack extra windshield wiper fluid. Both today and yesterday were filled with a fusillade* of large, yellow-dusted, suicidal butterflies. Err, let's say moths. Nobody wants to hear about a view completely obscured by butterfly bits.

* It took me literally 5 whole minutes of cruising around on Google and then M-W.com to figure out how to spell fusillade. This is the problem with a) not being able to spell, and b) picking up new vocabulary via books on CD.