Darn gnats

Brock and I went for a bike ride tonight and the gnats were biting really bad. Brock had not been bitten by them before. He had to stop every few feet to scratch himself. When we got to Green Acres park, we went over the bridge. Brock stopped to scratch his leg with the other foot, and he kicked his croc off and it landed in the stream! I had to break off a branch from a bush and lie on the bridge to fish it out.