tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post7227580587332471679..comments2023-08-22T11:00:08.809-04:00Comments on Loose Ends: Small FavorsPatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10556860299477514075noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post-37189513161585199932007-11-08T18:18:00.000-05:002007-11-08T18:18:00.000-05:00Thanks Davey. If there's one thing I can do, it's...Thanks Davey. If there's one thing I can do, it's paranoia. <BR/><BR/>Cooper, not to worry, this incident happened over a week ago, well before your kind thoughts and candle. The mosquitoes of northern Canada is one of the things that keeps me from moving there. Well, that and the lack of theatres. But I've heard they're the size of moose, so I'd probably see about getting myself shellacked at the beginning of the Summer, if I lived there. Sorry for the itching by proxy, that's the other risk with this entry. Is it worse than making you sing Celine Dion? <BR/><BR/>Jeff, I did your mother. In the Dickensian sense of 'did'. Got somethin' to say, bitch?<BR/><BR/>Joe, oy, Michigan mosquitoes, they are a special breed indeed. I've experienced them in Mich. and Maine, both places have some ferocious ones. You're right, this mosquito had chutzpah. She was very New York. One of my best friends fled Florida a few years ago, in part because he felt like nature was out to kill him there all the time. I think it would be the giant flying cockroaches (that also bite, yes?) that would do me in. Actually I had one fly at me here recently. I thought at first it was just a really good jumper, which was bad enough, but then it made a right angle turn in mid-air. I still turned it into a tiny frisbee.Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10556860299477514075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post-29542737194705073412007-11-08T17:06:00.000-05:002007-11-08T17:06:00.000-05:00I remember those badass New York City mosquitos, P...I remember those badass New York City mosquitos, Patrick. What they lacked in numbers, they made up for in chutzpah. You're lucky you didn't need a transfusion.<BR/><BR/>Florida mosquitos of the brackish and salt water variety are but wimpy wannabees compared to their ravenous black-helicopter northern cousins that tormented my well welted youth. These little sprites leave scarcely an itch, which vanishes altogether within the hour.<BR/>That leaves only coral snakes, pygmy rattlers, fire ants, no-see-ums, stingrays, sharks, and alligators to watch out for.Joe Jubinvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09489419756833657839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post-75998644612540418742007-11-08T16:20:00.000-05:002007-11-08T16:20:00.000-05:00That mosquito was my mother.That mosquito was my mother.Jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02728223817801458234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post-42967285511291684532007-11-07T11:52:00.000-05:002007-11-07T11:52:00.000-05:00I started feeling itchy about half way through rea...I started feeling itchy about half way through reading this. Giant mosquitos are an integral part of a northern summer here ... so big they practically have their own postal code, especially out in the woods. I practically bathe in repellent before I leave for work. My thoughts had kind of wandered to you last night, (thinking about candles and your e-mail). I just hope I didn't somehow magic up Ms. Mosquito. :)Cooperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327268988762513100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21736689.post-60008372519542489672007-11-07T10:36:00.000-05:002007-11-07T10:36:00.000-05:00Patrick, That fourth paragraph built very well. I...Patrick, <BR/><BR/>That fourth paragraph built very well. I could feel the paranoia. Nice description.<BR/><BR/>Also the visual of stumbling, sleep deprived Patrick roaming his bedroom and coming face to face with a giant mosiquito made me think of Hunter S. Thompson. Heehee!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10942759609610660482noreply@blogger.com