Spring is here, Summer approaches. It is a time of celebration. Of renewal. Of taking out last year’s bathing suit and asking, “did this really fit me?”
Much as I love nearly all things summer, there is one warm weather event that I simply can not abide – the reappearance of two old enemies.
And Ms. Mosquito.
No, that is NOT Mrs. Gringo, in case you were wondering!
In addition to fantasizing about cruise ships, remote beach locations, and hammocks of every variety, the Mad One does spend a bit of time walking in the woods and trudging through other rural environs. Just this week, in fact, he spent several hours prepping a new hops garden (Hey, I make beer so why not grow your own hops?) on a piece of property owned by Mad Bill. And while the Mosquitos weren’t out at the squadron level just yet (at least not at midday and out in the open), there were ticks everywhere – including several I spotted crawling up my pant legs.
I hate those blood-sucking b#@*!%*s!
What’s worse, I didn’t finish the project. I’ll have to go back to do more. Soon. The mere thought has my skin crawling…
I’m open to any and all suggestions concerning how to fend off these revolting denizen of the open field. Can anyone save Mad Gringo from almost certain exsanguination and the possible contraction of some nasty disease?