Googled “Beyond Biblical”, looking for a word to capture the scope of the mosquito plague in Anchorage this year, and now you should see the pop-up ads that appear in my browser. It can be fun messing with the head of an algorithm. Feed it a string like: “Virgin Mary in Christian Louboutin Red Soled Heels”. The possibilities are endless!
Speaking of heels and mosquitos — Happy Wife dressed for work this morning and left the house early to hurry over to the Fred Meyer store where they were just unloading boxes full of stuff to kill and repel mosquitos, the shelves having been denuded of these products weeks ago. She scored. Came home with a bagful of coils and at least one large can of some stuff with a picture of a mosquito on it and the word KILL plastered about in no less than three places.
Directions: Shake well before using. Hmm, that’s curious. But if you know me, you know I’m a stickler for following instructions (snigger), so I held the can in one hand and did my best to tremble. Why this is required I don’t understand.
Outside I went, coffee in one hand and murder in the other, into the gauntlet of mosquitos, clouds of them grating against the glass on the door like zombies in Dawn of Dead trying in vain to get inside. Under the deck, around the fence, and over the shrubberies I sprayed, a white foamy dust twinkled in the still morning air: “I love the smell of Pyrethroids in the morning.”
Minutes later, all was quiet.
Better living through chemistry they say. Microwave radiation, I’ll remind you, is less effective in this fight.
Pyrethrins’ exposure symptoms, at the link, read like the warning labels for many prescription drugs you hear droned on the teevee.
Skeets are not too bad here in MI this year, unless you’re standing in a river/crick/stream between dusk and oh dark thirty.
Good to hear that your lymph node concern has been relieved.
Pyrethrins’ exposure symptoms read like prescription drug warning labels you hear recited on the teevee.
Skeeters haven’t been too bad here in MI this year, unless you’re standing in a trout stream/crick/river fed by a swampy area from dusk til oh dark thirty in the morning.
Glad to hear your lymph node concerns have been alleviated, Rod.