If it's not the heat, it's the mosquitos. I'm so sick of it.
I'm a prisoner in my own home. I can't even go outside. The skeeters are stalking me. I look over my shoulders and they are there. I look around the corner and they are there. I look in the chicken house and they are there. I look in the trees and they are there. I had to start a fire last night to try smoke them out. I think it worked.

