The eerie twilight of another late summer evening fills the room as Fuego and I listen intently for the sound of airplanes overhead. The pale light filling our little shelter makes the scene resemble something out of a WWII movie -- we watch out the windows apprehensively, knowing it's only a matter of time before they come. Are we refugees in some kind of war? Nope, but we are refugees from the mosquito spraying taking place tonight from 8pm to 12am in D-town.

We were all told to stay inside during the spraying since it's 6% poison, 60% carcinogen, and 34% other stuff that's apparently too terrible to mention. Now... the poison is supposed to break down in sunlight -- okay for that 6% (which apparently makes it so the larval mosquitoes all die and the adults can no longer procreate), but what about that other 94% -- the majority of which is a carcinogen that is designed to block the mosquitoes natural ability to break down the biological poison (and about which they make no claim as to it's lasting effects on pets, human population, ground water, crops, etc.).

You might wonder why the citizens are allowing such an a dangerous coup to take place in our midst -- actually Fuego and I both signed a petition just last week, but it seems that most of the population doesn't care what it breathes any more than they care what they eat.

Perhaps the worst part is that it was supposed to take place while Fuego and I were both out of town, but they postponed it for wind -- pretty much just to make sure that Fuego and I wouldn't be able to get ice cream tonight (bastards).

So here we sit, no ice cream, no safe air to breathe... oh... and there they are -- YAY POISON!!

I'll write more later if I haven't mutated too much to be able to type.