If the Mrs were sitting beside me here outside just after sundown by now she would have several 'bites' and oh how I'd hear about it. Bites were always bad but this zeka thing has breathed new life into the horror of being bitten. Funny but come to think of it while I was at work she harvested the first of the new potatoes and I didn't hear word one about 'bites' - clearly an oversight on her part. She recently threatened to give up spending any time in the vegetable garden - the skeeters seem to do their best work there. She apparently has relented -she was out a few minutes ago and watered the tomato pots and the garden so I'll no doubt get an update on the bite count when I finally go in.
For whatever reason your average mosquito considers my blood to be like bad wine - to be avoided. Her's is like a 100 year old perfectly stored vintage burgundy - I swear they will fly over me to get at her. I find it slightly concerning that this is so - I have to wonder: exactly what is wrong with my blood?
It isn't just the mosquitos it also is ants. We are currently suffering from an ant problem. All her efforts to vanquish the little devils have been unsuccessful. Exactly why we have them at all is also a mystery - the Mrs keeps a tidy kitchen. Still I must suffer through the daily tally 'I killed 4 of them today' are you leaving crumbs? I have been married a long time and I respond 'really 4', 'nasty bite' and 'no crumbs I swear'. I have to wonder if all suburban women are bug-a-phobs?
There is some good news in dogville the stink bug invasion has subsided. We keep a jar handy with a bit of oil in it. Any stinker is quickly collected and given the oil treatment. A while back we had 3 or 4 bug nights - all that ducking got old fast. I must say there is an element of danger living with a bug-a-phob. A bug discovered on the phobic person body often leads to violent flailing movement. In those cases it helps to be fleet of foot to keep ones distance...
I must admit to being affected by the phobia. I always cover my coffee my if I step away, my son made that mistake one night with his vanilla shake. Who would of though suburbia could be such a jungle...
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For whatever reason your average mosquito considers my blood to be like bad wine - to be avoided. Her's is like a 100 year old perfectly stored vintage burgundy - I swear they will fly over me to get at her. I find it slightly concerning that this is so - I have to wonder: exactly what is wrong with my blood?
It isn't just the mosquitos it also is ants. We are currently suffering from an ant problem. All her efforts to vanquish the little devils have been unsuccessful. Exactly why we have them at all is also a mystery - the Mrs keeps a tidy kitchen. Still I must suffer through the daily tally 'I killed 4 of them today' are you leaving crumbs? I have been married a long time and I respond 'really 4', 'nasty bite' and 'no crumbs I swear'. I have to wonder if all suburban women are bug-a-phobs?
There is some good news in dogville the stink bug invasion has subsided. We keep a jar handy with a bit of oil in it. Any stinker is quickly collected and given the oil treatment. A while back we had 3 or 4 bug nights - all that ducking got old fast. I must say there is an element of danger living with a bug-a-phob. A bug discovered on the phobic person body often leads to violent flailing movement. In those cases it helps to be fleet of foot to keep ones distance...
I must admit to being affected by the phobia. I always cover my coffee my if I step away, my son made that mistake one night with his vanilla shake. Who would of though suburbia could be such a jungle...
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