We're lucky to live in quite a green pocket so near the city. We wake up to bird song and the view from our balcony is trees and more trees. However, with the greenery comes yucky bugs.
I hate them but they love me. I'm an insect magnet. Always the first, and sometimes only, person in a group to get bitten by mosquitoes. Flying bugs always land on me and never on the person beside me.
If they stop attacking me, I might grow to like them. Like this tiny (about 1cm) green stealth bomber-looking thing I found on our living room wall last night. He's quite a pretty boy, isn't he?