Let's Not Get Carried Away

Somehow we skipped spring and went straight from Snow Season to Skeeter Season. And I don't like it one bit.

Or one bite.

We should be so lucky to have just ONE bite! What we have here is what's known as a bumper crop of mosquitoes. Like we are trying to grow them on purpose? No. But they are here and they are hungry!

Since the baseball and softball teams played last night, we had a free night and I suggested to hubby that we squeeze in some golf. This weekend will be packed with graduation parties and more. So we went to Homestead Golf Course (aka Mosquito Acres) after baseball practice got done.

Skies were darkening and we were under a thunderstorm watch, but we teed off anyway. By the third hole we were not only getting eaten alive, but the thunderclouds produced some lightning – so we stopped in the clubhouse for a spell.

Went back out and no rain. And no breeze. And the skeeters were still there. I can't even count how many times we sprayed bug dope on. Just ineffective with these nasty buggers.

And it didn't help my golf game. Sure, I'm usually rough the first time out, but it was hard not to rush your shots when you have bugs dancing on your face. Gah! And yes, a few curse words flowed just to christen in the new golf season!

All in all, we still had a good time – but not to the point we got carried away.

With too much fun or by the super-powered skeeters!