Wait! Here's another reason to enjoy your wonderful nonFlorida state or country and not move here.
We DO NOT love them.
Quite the opposite actually.
That's prime love bug habitat above, open grassy areas on either side of a road. Twice a year, in the spring and fall, the love bugs earn their name by flying around while locked together in a mating embrace. They do this in vast swarms and it ain't pretty.
The grassy medians and roadsides support millions of love bugs just dying to commit lovers suicide on your car. A typical encounter goes like this ...
You're driving along, minding your own business, when ...
SPLAT, ... SPLAT, SPLAT ... SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT .... love bugs begin exploding on your windshield ... not to mention the grill area at the front of your car.
It's not uncommon to see a car pasted solid black in front with love bug gore.
Did I mention that they are very sticky and their little splattered innards eat paint?
Car washes love love bug season, because folks are literally washing their cars daily in a desperate attempt to get the bugs off before the paint is pitted.
They are also attracted to light colors, so if you are stopped and wearing white this time of year ... they will find you and crawl over you as if you were a coreopsis blossom. Last week, I left Katie standing outside a gas station to watch over our JEEP and boat while I dashed inside. She was wearing light colored shorts and a similar T-shirt.
When I came out of the store she was covered in love bugs and just about to wig out on me. (sorry Katie)
They don't bite, but they crawl and buzz. Their bodies are so soft, if you grab one to move it off your sandwich, out of your drink, etc., it will smoosh and leave your fingers with stinky goo.
Love bugs ... who named them that?
I have a name suggestion that I can't print here on this family friendly site.