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Ain't you neveh seen a Neu Yawk **** roatch bee foah?
Very few people down here put up with them at all.
Hardware stores sell a crayon/chalk like tube that is rubbed across the floor surface near walls and entryways behind stoves and refrigerator. The little buggers do not stand a chance. My place is always 100% free of them. So is my kid's place. Friend's, restaurants and grocery stores.
Mexican Scorpions. Highly over hyped in the USA. About a year ago I walked to the bathroom -- barefoot. Set my right foot atop one.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Four times in the instep. The "feared" Arizona Bark Scorpion. The jabs certainly brought me awake. I thought it best to head on down to the clinic, given the intensity plus number of stings.
Yawn. The doctor said "Here, a shot of antihistamine will help". An hour later I was home, in bed, asleep. I put on shoes and walked around the next day without any "discomfort". At the time I was suffering from irregular heartbeat, episodes of Bradycaria (pulse rate of 35), etc. What the stings did was eliminate all effects of osteo arthritis for a week or more. Yawn. Toddlers and folks allergic to bee stings are another story.
I'd choose to suffer the same fate over again in lieu of a sunburn, flu, cold, or any number of natural catastrophes.
Oldfarts suffer thin skin thermodynamics. Sensitive to cold. Enjoy frozenose while you can. Once you reach 60 things start going to hell in a hand basket.
The neatest part about life in the tropics is the after sundown tee shirt climate and a day that varies very little in length between solstices. Listening the the roar of a summer downpour on the patio overhang is neat. Shorts, tee shirt and a pair of sandals. The weekly laundry load is tiny.
I have yet to shovel a tropical walkway or scrape tropicals off my morning windshield. Frosty the snowman us miniaturized and is flavored with cherry or lemon atop a sugar cone.
And an afternoon may see me in a gigantic hammock. Stretched between a pair of palm trees. The afternoon trade winds flex the palm's trunks, gently rocking the hammock back and for.....zzzzzzzzzz
Very few people down here put up with them at all.
Hardware stores sell a crayon/chalk like tube that is rubbed across the floor surface near walls and entryways behind stoves and refrigerator. The little buggers do not stand a chance. My place is always 100% free of them. So is my kid's place. Friend's, restaurants and grocery stores.
Mexican Scorpions. Highly over hyped in the USA. About a year ago I walked to the bathroom -- barefoot. Set my right foot atop one.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Four times in the instep. The "feared" Arizona Bark Scorpion. The jabs certainly brought me awake. I thought it best to head on down to the clinic, given the intensity plus number of stings.
Yawn. The doctor said "Here, a shot of antihistamine will help". An hour later I was home, in bed, asleep. I put on shoes and walked around the next day without any "discomfort". At the time I was suffering from irregular heartbeat, episodes of Bradycaria (pulse rate of 35), etc. What the stings did was eliminate all effects of osteo arthritis for a week or more. Yawn. Toddlers and folks allergic to bee stings are another story.
I'd choose to suffer the same fate over again in lieu of a sunburn, flu, cold, or any number of natural catastrophes.
Oldfarts suffer thin skin thermodynamics. Sensitive to cold. Enjoy frozenose while you can. Once you reach 60 things start going to hell in a hand basket.
The neatest part about life in the tropics is the after sundown tee shirt climate and a day that varies very little in length between solstices. Listening the the roar of a summer downpour on the patio overhang is neat. Shorts, tee shirt and a pair of sandals. The weekly laundry load is tiny.
I have yet to shovel a tropical walkway or scrape tropicals off my morning windshield. Frosty the snowman us miniaturized and is flavored with cherry or lemon atop a sugar cone.
And an afternoon may see me in a gigantic hammock. Stretched between a pair of palm trees. The afternoon trade winds flex the palm's trunks, gently rocking the hammock back and for.....zzzzzzzzzz
