to reengage with the real world and step away from my pixelated danse macabre: I left my screen doors open and the skeeter man hit my street. Now my bedroom smells like forty bobcats (sc: lynx rufus) sprayed it. On the positive side the malathion seems to have driven the hummingbirds berserk. It's a fight to the death of four-ounce furies out there. Kinda like a blogfight.
Posted by Kim at June 3, 2003 7:14 PMEww. Mosquitoes.
I left the lid on the recycling bin once. The dew from the eaves collected in there. I suddenly became the largest individual supplie of mosquitoes on the West Coast.
Posted by: Da Goddess at June 3, 2003 11:52 PM