I don't like bugs. I really don't like bugs. I really don't like swamps, either.

A few more hours later, we passed through a swamp. It was a disgusting mess. All of these midges kept attacking us.

Merry swatted at a huge cloud attacking him, asking "What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?"

Of course, I was the only one that fell over into a huge puddle.