In my Heads Or Tails post yesterday, I wrote about a time I was stranded overnight with my (now ex) husband and my young son and how we were attacked by mosquitoes all night. That post reminded me of something else I posted a long time ago, and thought I would post again.
Simply for your amusement.
When I was growing up in Florida there were trucks that would drive through neighborhoods. These trucks would spray a thick fog of some kind of pesticide behind them with the goal of decreasing the amount of mosquitoes.
For some reason I can't now comprehend, when I was ten/eleven-ish years old, I thought it was fun to run along happily behind these trucks. In the fog of pesticide.
This may explain a lot of things. Maybe. (Smile.)