
Breath I’ll take and breath I’ll givePray the day ain’t poisonStand among the ones that liveIn lonely indecision.—Townes vanZandt
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Only two hermits remain. The ninth hermit has been joined by a tenth. They live on a small ranch in Central Texas with The Dogs of Hermits’ Rest. He does not hang out in bars anywhere near as much as when he was trying to be Li Po.
Other than family and music and song writing, his interests include writing. He has authored many technical tomes, several short stories, and a novel. He does have a day job or two, and he re-publishes some of his writings for those here.
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Breath I’ll take and breath I’ll givePray the day ain’t poisonStand among the ones that liveIn lonely indecision.—Townes vanZandt
It is officially Mosquito Season in Central Texas. The pests have taken over our back yard to the point where you can’t venture outside without drenching yourself in Cutter.
Every time I water the plants, I go armed with a can of flying insect killer. I kill a few in various parts of the back yard, but I kill dozens as they swarm around the back door as if they heard a call to dinner.
Now the mosquito problem here is nothing compared to where I grew up. There:
Clute, Texas even has a Mosquito Festival—although I can’t think of any reason to celebrate this nasty bugs. Maybe it’s the if you can’t beat ’em syndrome.
Other than further their parasitic existence by slurping blood from you and yours, what do mosquitoes (Why do we insist on adding an e to a very nice Spanish plural noun? It not like we are comparing these miniature demons to potatoes.) do? They serve no useful purpose but spread numerous diseases:
I thought it might be fun to list a few of the amusing ways I have killed mosquitoes this week:
So: what is the most inventive way you have killed a mosquito (or other flying parasite)? Leave a comment and let me know.