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Ministry of Silly Blogging
lt's not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right side of the blog isn't silly at all and the left side merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate post. But I think that with Government backing I could make it very silly.
Hey, it's worth a shot. Isn't it? Worth a shot?
What's to tell, really? I'm a sarcastic Fat Guy with little concern for the feelings of others if it would sacrifice my amusement. I spent most of my life in and around Milwaukee, WI, including my formative years. Went to college in Texas, then moved back north for 15 years before the wife and I packed up our lives to try a new start in Tampa, FL, land of the oversized insects and mutant frogs.
Now we've moved to Ohio, wish us luck! It may not be 'home', but so much closer to the real thing. Is that a hill?
Ecce potestas casei! (Curious? http://tinyurl.com/l4z77u)
The FTC has mandated that we as bloggers must make full disclosure of any compensation we may have received for our past endorsements.
I have received none. Zilch. Bupkus. Not a sausage. But not without trying.
So please, if you'd like to pay me to heartily endorse your product and/or service, just let me know, because I could use the money.
Or a Cadillac. A Cadillac would be nice.
I unwittingly initiated the battle Tuesday night, but my opponents certainly drew first blood. I will have the last.
We haven't had rain lately, so I was out on the front porch watering the plants, trees, shrubbery, and apparently a nest of yellow jackets under said shrubbery, as well.
I turned to spray the pear tree when it happened. A sharp, stinging pain in my leg. I brushed at it, saw nothing. Again, in my side. And again, in the back of my neck. Which is when I turned and saw the swarm of hymenoptera between me and my only egress from the porch, aside from opening the door and letting them follow me into the house.
My neighbors, I'm sure, have video proof of my insanity, because that's the nature of modern life. Eventually I'll be a YouTube sensation, running erratically around my driveway, swinging my arms about, and getting stung mercilessly before running around the back of the house.
And into a locked patio door.
Took off and shook out my shirt on the patio, two or three more wasps fell out.
Got into the house, into the bathroom and shook out my shorts and boxers. Two more little yellow bastards fell onto the floor, dazed and spinning.
All told, we counted nine welts, including a few multiple stings. Considering that I had to run through the swarm AFTER my underpowered human brain came to terms with what was happening, I don't think that's all too bad. I'm also comforted knowing that it would take more than 1000 stings to kill a healthy adult.
But the pain and itching has me out for vengeance. I will kill them.