It's a big dispute every year: to spray, or not to spray. There are some who argue that malathion, an agricultural/residential pesticide, is toxic to the human body and should not be sprayed residentially, and others who dismiss those claims and welcome the aerial application of the funky smelling spray. As for me, I haven't really had a strong opinion either way. I've just figured, "Well, I've been sprayed a few times now and it hasn't killed me, let them spray if they think it's necessary." Recent encounters, however, have me changing my tune.
Mosquitoes: Those little buggers know just how to ruin a perfectly lovely, musical evening on the front porch. I kick back in my chair to enjoy the warm summer evening and the sound of Adam's guitar when "zzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeeee!" You know the sound; that horrific little high-pitched foreboding that announces the presence of those nasty winged vampires. Within minutes I'm covered in welts, flailing about, dousing myself in insect repellent. Adam, on the other hand, escapes relatively unscathed... that is, until the bike ride...
It was the perfect evening for a ride. The air was warm, the sun was setting and everything was peaceful. We hopped on our bikes to take a stroll around Waterville, finding it curious that there were no kids riding around the neighborhood. We rounded the first corner, picked up some speed and plowed face-first into a massive swarm of tiny flying insects. They covered our arms, weaved their way into our hair, flew up our noses and decorated our teeth. Adam was unamused, to say the least, and I am sure I didn't help matters much, considering that I kept riding, trying to enjoy myself in spite of the buggy horde. Later he pleaded, as he plucked the bugs from his hair, "Could we maybe we could go earlier in the evening or in the morning, next time?"
So, what is this new tune I sing, you may ask? It goes something like this: "SPRAY THEM! SPRAY THEM ALL!" Now it's personal!
Dear Mr. Helicopter Pilot, next time you do your early morning malathion fly-by, I'll be the one waving and dancing in my front yard! In the meantime, I'll do my best not to burn down the porch with tiki torches and citronella candles.
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