Mosquitoes

I say my day is complete if I kill a mosquito, and last night I killed one on the Sabbath at 11:50. He had history. Our hot water heater broke leaking LOTS of water on the hall and bedrooms carpets. The carpet cleaning crew required a lot of big round hoses, so big that they left the front door open and invited the mosquitoes to make themselves at home.   It’s usually a stand-off when I bring out my tennis racquet looking bug zapper. It kills everything with sparking glee plus it must emit  a slight bzzzz, because the mosquitoes line up to get out of the den, through the hall and out the front door. Thanks, Philip, for the zapper. And that old glow in   the dark tee shirt with the mosquitoes has lived through three floods and mud, and it still glows!  The bugs are so big that the real ones might get scared to death. That’s better than OFF.

About Naomi

I am a writer and Christian educator who works in several genres with a specialty in materials for persons with disabilities. The Long Road Home Romance Collection includes one of my books (11/14), and I just finished the first draft of a Quick Look handbook to help persons who teach an inclusive classroom. I love playing and listening to classical music, fishing, doing family things, and, in spite of my non-interest in identifying birds, have come to name them because of my bird watching husband, Bob. My children and grandchildren, because of their expertise in different fields, have broadened my lens for looking at the world.