No, Allison isn’t a person. It’s a tropical storm that flooded Houston before moving up the east coast to wreak its havoc up there.
I’m also not talking about the devastation and loss of human life. That’s been covered elsewhere, more eloquently than I possibly could have.
I’m talking about the fucking mosquitoes that have invaded Houston like hungry rats in a sewer.
It’s impossible to go outside without being attacked by these little bastards. I’ve gone outside in shorts and T-shirt and have come back inside to count (and I do not exaggerate) 20+ bites. And this is what I can see. This does not count the bites on my back that I can’t see. My tube of hydrocortisone cream is down to the last few grams. My legs look like I’ve got the Chicken Pox from Hell because I’ve scratched them raw. (yeah, I know. Scratching is bad. Blow me, if you can get past the mosquitoes waiting in line.)
Deep Woods Off!? Forget it. I’ve been to three Walgreen’s and found there is none to be had. If anyone wishes to donate any, please e-mail me and I will send you my address. Please hurry! It’s going to be a long, hot summer.
Robin
