We tried

Had a date with Jason last night...a little picnic out on Peace Hill on the North Shore. Usually it is a great view for the sunset, but the vegetation was overgrown. There were also a lot of mosquitoes, and A LOT of ants. They invaded our picnic in a big way. It was time to make a quick move out when I saw 2 piles-one on each side of us-of thousands of ants in about a 4 inch diameter area. Yick. But the food was also good once we got back to our usual dining area at home...the bed. Terrible but true, our apartment size does not allow for chairs. Some photos from our short excursion...

Mosquito Whisperer

First off, is Jason naked? I'll leave you guessing on that one. Just know, we live in a very warm climate where minimal to no clothing is the most desirable state of being.

Also in this warm climate we have mosquitoes. Lots of mosquitoes. We just get used to having around 3 or more lively little houseguests at any given time. This situation is generally fine and not too bothersome. One gets immune over time to the bites. But they are a nuisance, and when you get the occasional one that makes the buzzing noise...eh! Lucky for me, I have a boyfriend who really has a talent for killing these critters.

One normally wouldn't think of such a thing as a "talent", but trust me, it is. I often awake in the night to the swoosh noise of the racket sailing through the air. He can do it in the dark! Such a gratifying sound the crackle when one is hit (plus in the dark there is a great spark). And when I am being bothered in bed by one buzzing in my ear, it doesn't matter the ungodly hour, I just poke my man in the side and the racket is waving quickly over my head in a matter of seconds. It is really amazing that he has yet to hit me, which I must admit I am pretty grateful for. I shocked myself with one of those rackets once (everyone has to do it once) and it gives quite the jolt.

The science of the mosquito way is quite complicated...something I never realized until I lived on St. John. You have the 'disappearing mosquito' that just magically vanishes, the 'fat and happy mosquito' that is full of blood and lounging somewhere waiting to make a blood baby, and the 'camouflage mosquito' that flies around dark fabrics and other shady areas. Jason rules them all. Seriously! It is one of those things that he can do that I just can't. Sure, the occasional one dies in my clapping hands, but I have nothing on him. HE IS MY HERO!

You would understand if you lived here, which you likely don't, so pooh! By the way, itching a mosquito bite on my left leg as I write.

Like a flailing spider

I am 5'7". Jason is 6'1". Our limbs are the same length. Arms, legs, fingers,toes. I am gangly.