April 3, 2011

woken by mosquito hawk

It’s the time of year the mosquito hawks get stuck behind the blinds — flapping against the paper — and you have to decide if you are going to kill them to get some sleep or hunt them in the dark so you can fling them into the yard.

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  1. Cindy Scroggins on April 3rd, 2011 at 9:46 am

    And you decide to hunt them in the dark, because you are good.

  2. Carole Corlew on April 3rd, 2011 at 10:41 am

    Cindy, the little Mr. B. would insist that we capture insects in the house and release them outside, alive. He was quite the little guilt machine. He accompanied me through the process because he suspected I would kill them without his intervention. Some mice got in through an open basement window once, when the screen was off. I admit to sneak killings then.

  3. Cindy Scroggins on April 3rd, 2011 at 10:59 am

    Carole, from all you’ve said, I’m quite taken with Mr. B. Both the small and medium size.

  4. Carole Corlew on April 3rd, 2011 at 11:41 am

    For years Mr. B. wouldn’t eat anything that once had eyes and protected even the smallest of insects. He has morphed into more of a regular teenager (read that carnivore), but still I think he’s an old soul.

  5. Cindy Scroggins on April 3rd, 2011 at 1:35 pm

    Carole, I think those young instincts define the heart. You have a good son.