NO ROOM FOR FLYING PIRANHAS . . .

Here we go again . . . three hurricanes heading for Florida. I’ve decided that Mother Nature has a warped sense of humor. Since us mere mortals have figured out how to survive one hurricane at a time, she’s decided to throw them at us in multiples.

It’s not enough that the last few have given birth to hoards of mosquitoes the size of 747's with appetites like starving piranhas. It’s getting so you have to have a blood transfusion to get from the house to the car. Now, she’s gonna make sure that they have an opportunity to multiply even more with more rain and more standing water.

Since my backyard is concealed for the most part beneath large puddles of rain water, I’d thought about building an ark. If I do, you can bet that when I start gathering the animals two-by-two, there will be no room for two mosquitoes. They’re on their own.

Okay, I’m done complaining. I’ll just sit here and itch my bites and wait for the next storm forecast. In the meantime, all of you in the path of these storms, please stay safe. Don’t take chances. Keep those you love close and out of harm’s way. And please, don’t forget the animals. There are motels who allow animals, so don’t leave them behind because you’re afraid you won’t be able to get a motel room to ride out the storms.

Stay safe, secure and dry.
Blessings,
Elizabeth