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History Repeats Itself
This summer’s weather certainly got everyone’s attention. Here in Inglis-Yankeetown we’ve had water standing, recharged with daily rain, for well over a month now. Many have had to sandbag their homes. Recently, the county mosquito truck has been in the community every day, sometimes after dark. Whatever they use works pretty quickly. However, there is so much standing water that the mosquito population still out paces the vectoring efforts. Some of these monsters remind me of the marshes of coastal Georgia. Sitting down, if you felt your arm involuntarily levitating it would be itching like hell in a few short minutes.
“The average mosquito lifespan is less than two months. Males have the shortest lives, usually 10 days or less, and females can live about six to eight weeks, under ideal conditions. The females lay eggs about every three days during that time. Females of species that hibernate may live up to six months.”
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Sorry, but our mosquitos are at least a year old! They're so fat they can't take off after biting you.
Now, for some brief (?), old fartism.
When I was growing up the summer weather was a consistent mirror of what we’ve just gone thru. You could set your watch, if you had one, with the arrival of downpours because the deluge came regularly no later than 3 PM. Afterwards the humidity went over a hundred percent and the rain had stopped. (Yeah, I know.)
Tree frogs weren’t these piddly little green things that stick to the windows. They were boss frogs and when darkness came they set a din that kept you from thinkin’ straight. Some were so big they sang bass.
It was wet back then—the fifties. A third of the Sunshine State was covered with water. The population was around 2 million versus today’s 20 million. Think that has something to do with the storm water runoff problem?
When I got to be a teen I played golf for a very good reason. It wasn’t for woods and irons, birdies or par. It was for bullfrogs. The weapon of choice? A four wood. The goliath boomers were in every pond and water hazard on the back nine of Shadow Moss Country Club. They were so used to having duffers walk around the edges looking for wayward golf balls that you could walk right up to them and tee off with an explosion of tea colored swamp water. These weren’t just frogs. These were Jurassic, long before the movie.
When we’d check out a cart, to start the round, the black fellow at the pro shop would always ask us what we did with the burlap sack and we’d tell him . . . it was for the frogs. He thought the crazy white kids were just jokin’. Six of these babies, at fifteen to eighteen inches were so big, when cooked it was like a basket of fried chicken legs. A stranger would say, “Man those were big ass chickens!”
At the end of the summer, when farm jobs were done, we’d go around the newer subdivisions knocking doors. The water table was so saturated, that we could use a garden hose to jet galvanized pipe down about eight to ten feet and water would bubble out of the ground. The homeowner could buy a cheap pump and run sprinklers on their lawn and landscaping. The following year it was easy to tell who had previously been a customer. There were big orange, fan-shaped, stains on the house from the clay fill. We got five dollars for the job and an extra dollar for the pipe and cap. Better wages than the watermelon fields.
By the way, since we’re talking about standing water and the associated storms, our two towns are looking to sign up volunteers for storm/disaster help with Emergency Management. You can contact either town hall and find out how you can help your community in the aftermath of a natural disaster. Also, you should go to your town office and get a resident I.D. tag so you can get back into your home after an evacuation. Without one you will most likely be turned away at the state road blocks. Lastly, if you are disabled or know someone who is that would need help evacuating please register them so local EOC volunteers can pick them up. Pets also.
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My friend Dr. Dick Streeter sent me this e:mail. Wanted to share:
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
---The next day, the kids came back and, one by one, began to tell their stories.
There were all the regular types of stuff: Spilled milk and pennies saved. But then the teacher realized that only Janie was left.
"Janie, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told me a story about my Mommy. She was a Marine pilot in Desert Storm, and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory, and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a survival knife.
"She drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle wouldn't break, and then she parachuted right into the middle of 20 Iraqi troops........
"She shot 15 of them with the pistol, until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke,
and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands."
''Good Heavens, 'said the horrified teacher. What did your Daddy tell you was the moral to this horrible story'?"
...."Don't Screw with Mommy when she's been drinking."
That's Enuff said. Thanx for visiting. Rednak Luvs Ya!
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