Wandering North Carolina's Waterways and Annoying the Fishes
This short poem has been stuck in the back of my brain for a couple of years now, waiting for the right image to come along. This morning, as I sat at this keyboard, this little guy landed on my forearm. I brushed him away, to the desk, where I grabbed this quick shot......then dispatched him......holy though he was.
Die in a fire, mosquitoes.
Harsh, Alex. But legit.
The irritation, goes by unnoticed at first. Then you feel the tick.
Pretty kuol, John. :-)
Wendell Berrybites back!
He does indeed, Walt. One of my very favorites.
I'd rather just pinch my skin and let them fill themselves until they burst .
That'll teach them, Daniel. I think...
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