Usually, cigar smoke keeps the bugs away. This time, they were physically trying to warn me.
"Bzzz....hey mister.....what tha... are you smoking.....bzzzz.....come on, put it out, and we'll honor a truce for the evening... it..., mang, that thing STINKS."
I think I might be mildly hallucinating due to whatever foul "additives" might have been in that "cigar."