mosquitoThe drought is now officially over. With the return of normal rain patterns, Sonny’s prayers have been answered. Most of the lakes are full with the stumps covered and the docks floating. Our lawns are green and the sprinklers are back on automatic. We are free to flush. Hallelujah.

They’re baaaack. With all the wishing and hoping, you might have forgotten what had made our Southern nights so wonderful these last few years. You won’t for long. Close your screen doors. Grab your insect repellent. Light your citronella. Fire up your fogger. The dreaded state bird of all the deep South, Diptera: Culicidae (aka: mosquito) is laying eggs and sucking blood like we haven’t seen in years. Yes, be careful what you wish for. Mother Nature can be a bitch. Though she’s got a heck of sense of humor.

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Lee Leslie

Lee Leslie

I’m just a plateaued-out plain person with too much time on his hands fighting the never ending lingual battle with windmills for truth, justice and the American way or something like that. Here are some reader comments on my writing: “Enough with the cynicism. One doesn’t have to be Pollyanna to reject the sky is falling fatalism of Lee Leslie’s posts.” “You moron.” “Again, another example of your simple-minded, scare-mongering, label-baiting method of argumentation that supports the angry left’s position.” “Ah, Lee, you traffic in the most predictable, hackneyed leftist rhetoric that brought us to the current state of political leadership.” “You negative SOB! You destroyed all my hope, aspiration, desperation, even.” “Don’t you LIBERALS realize what this COMMIE is talking about is SOCIALISM?!?!?!” “Thank you for wonderful nasty artful toxic antidote to this stupidity in the name of individual rights.” “I trust you meant “bastard” in the truest father-less sense of the word.” “That’s the first time I ran out of breath just from reading!” “You helped me hold my head a little higher today.” “Makes me cry every time I read it.” “Thanks for the article. I needed something to make me laugh this mourning.” “If it weren’t so sad I would laugh.” "... the man who for fun and personal growth (not to mention rage assuagion) can skin a whale of bullshit and rack all the meat (and rot) in the larder replete with charts and graphs and a kindness..."“Amen, brother.”