As I sit here digging hay dust out of my iPhone charging port, I contemplated all the places where hay has infiltrated my daily life: down my shirt, inside my bra, in my shoes, in my car, the pockets of my jackets. Come to think of it, there are very few places where there isn’t any hay.
I suppose it’s one of those facts of life. Hay is everywhere. I just try to remember how happy it makes the horses when I show up with an armful of hay. And think about how much that hay costs so that I appreciate the itching sensation more.
Where is the most annoying place where you find hay?