Gnats

A morning walk, a muggy day, A little warm for not-yet-May; The country air both fresh and still - A pleasant outing, right? Until... The gnats attacked, around my face And soon they weaseled everyplace - Into my ears, beneath my hat, Along my scalp - I squashed some flat... But every squished one brought ten more, Which kept arriving by the score. I waved my hands, I fanned my cap Yet nothing worked except a slap. Some pests are worse for these don't bite Or sting or keep you up at night But barring that, I'll bet that stats Would prove that gnats can drive you bats!