It was pretty nice earlier this week. I had just parked outside my son’s piano lessons and was settling in for a little quiet time. Since it was pretty nice, I rolled down my window just to let a little bit of that fresh spring air flow through the vehicle.
I rocked my seat back and closed my eyes. It was pretty nice. And quiet. A little too quiet. Then I heard it. It started off faint. Almost like I was dreaming, but then it got louder, and I realized I wasn’t alone.
I opened my eyes to see the first #*!**$#~! Mosquito of the year. It was looking for a nice place to bite my face. I could barely believe it! Then my instincts kicked in and I slowly raised my hand and wacked the mosquito, and myself in the face.
…when I woke up it was all over. The mosquito, dead. Me, well I’m okay. I’ll get through it. The important part is now that I’ve killed the first mosquito of the season there won’t be any more… right!? RIGHT!?
Not even the end of April and these little devils are back. You know what, I don’t mind the cool temps for a little while longer.
-Nic
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