First time I ever saw muzzies in this country was in Virginia...specifically, Claytor Lake down by Radford. We’d gotten a nice picnic space when the coven of muzzies wandered up, put down their prayer rug, and starting wagging their hindquarters in the air. Got the grill going for burgers, only to find out my wife had left the bacon home...son of a *****!
LOL!! Dang it!
That really does make me sick for my state. I'm sorry you had that experience. Who wants to eat with that mess going on next to them?