Monday, September 27, 2004

Bzzz..Slap....Bzz..Slap....Bzzz...Oww.

Apparently until it gets cold enough to kill the mosquitos we are under siege. They've threatened the town next door with cancellation of all fall sports until the little eastern equine encephalitis and west nile carrying sons of bitches freeze to death. Two people and three horses have died so far so it is kind of serious. Okay, maybe not kind of but actual serious. (And yes, it is necessary to use swears when describing them.)

Especially if you're made of mosquito food like me and the kiddos. Apparently our blood tastes like freshly buttered popcorn/chocolate chip ice cream/warm baked bread/turkey dinner with all the fixin's - All mixed up into one. We get chewed alive. All the time. My daughter welts up so badly I double check because it looks like an allergic reaction to a bee sting. We slap on the SuperDuper Outdoorman Deet Chemical bath and head to the park. Nothing like chemicals leaching into your system all evening.

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