And here we are at Friday, the end of another week.
An unusual week on my part, but happy to see Friday nonetheless.
Much to process from my day yesterday seeing old friends, burying a dear friend and reminiscing.
But for today, I’m here to talk about a feature of our Fair New Mexico that I really, really don’t miss.
Now, where I live, I’m sure such creatures exist. It’s just that I’ve not seen ’em.
I’m ok with not seeing them. Pinche insects.
I arrived Wednesday evening at my friend’s home out in the boonies north of Las Cruces, and noticed water standing in all the pecan groves and cotton fields.
“I see everyone is irrigating,” I mention.
Nope, they tell me. Rain. Three inches arrived the day before I did.
Which leaves standing water.
Perfect habitat for *slap* mosquitos.
I sat for maybe eight minutes outside at a table with a citronella candle on it. My arms. Fine. My ankles? Ten bites on the left, eight on the right.
Mosquitos in the house, too!
As I slept, I got zapped on the earlobe. The earlobe! The one place I forgot to apply repellent.
And I won’t mention a spot rather close to an unmentionable place where I was also ruthlessly attacked. Twice!
Hate ’em. Always hated them. Sure, I grew up with bug bites up and down my legs, and it was a fact of life. But living without them sure has been pretty durn nice.
I don’t miss them. At all.
I’m not usually a fan of chemicals in the air, but even I cheered when the neighbors called the city to have the spraying truck come out. It helped, but didn’t eliminate all the little buggars.
*scratch* This Benedryl lotion I’m using isn’t helping one bit.
In other, happier, news I’ve been experimenting with night photography because the light noise at my friend’s place is minimal. You can see the ding dang milky way out here!
If I get anything decent, I’ll gladly share the results here.
As for now, onward to the weekend.