This is my life. My perspective on all things yooper. My opinions. My experiences. Because this, this beautiful, cold, snowy, mosquito infested little piece of heaven up here is where I will be the rest of my life, Lord help me. I will never BE a Yooper. I will leave that to the professionals. But I am madly in love with one, so I have to learn to live in their territory. Some days are breathtaking and some days those breaths are full of swear words...if you get offended, go back South.
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Sunday, June 7, 2015
Funny thought about Mos-Qui-tos
I had a quick thought about mosquitos before I sign off for the night. It is included in part of my blog title because, well, I have never seen mosquitos swarm like Oshkosh lake flies anywhere ever until I came up here. They hover....and they are huge. They really are the Yooper state bird. I will have to invest in a huge bucket of bug spray. Or a shot gun. Shot gun may kill more in one shot. Maybe. And the little fuckers hurt when they bite and silently drain you of every ounce of your life's liquid gold. It's doesn't quiet feel like when you get blood drawn but that is starting to become much more appealing.....;-) Haha.
If you see mosquitos coming, just start swatting. Or shooting. Or use the shovel still left out in case it snows again. That's it. Shovel and swat. ;-) A wise man told me that once. And if you HEAR mosquitos coming, well, don't get too frightened, it may just be my old man's Saturn. Gotta love him.
Swat away my friends. Make it funnier on the mosquitos and get wasted. That way you can at least laugh at them as they stagger-fly away lit up on a belly full of beer or whiskey.
shovel and swat -
Sarah
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