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If It Flies, It Dies
Let me start by saying I love Spring. I really do. Watching new growth emerge and seeing the bare trees dotted with bright new green leaves fills me with wonder each and every year.
Every day, I walk around the yard, searching for new beginnings that I may have missed the day before becomes my routine. I constantly check on my berry bushes and fruit trees to see if they will rebound from the harsh winter weather we had.
But, unfortunately that’s not all that emerges.
I knew better.
I did.
Yet, I never seem to learn my lesson.
My husband and I took a quick walk back in the wooded area to check on our deer trails. Within a few minutes there was a buzzing in my ear and I was swatting mosquitoes away.
I wasn’t prepared. I wish mosquitoes would go away and die a quick death. I wish that they didn’t survive the cold weather, or perhaps wouldn’t show up until summer hit.
Here in the south, we only have about three months that are generally mosquito free. Unfortunately, those three months ended for me today.
I got the first mosquito bite of the season.
If I could kill every mosquito within a mile distance I would.