A Whine Not a Rant
My late sister Karen was our camping family’s
early warning system for mosquito bites.
When she got bitten, the rest of us knew we
had ten minutes to put on repellant—or else.
Repellants began as 612 liquid then gave way
to Off spray and now anything laced with deet.
If you were nostalgic, Woodsman’s Fly Dope
doubled as backpacker deodorant. Its pine-tar
fumes smothered yours and kept other folks
well outside your body-odor dissipation zone.
My friend Raoul romanced Woodsman’s
one teen summer, which may be why after
med school he would specialize in infectious
diseases of internal medicine, not dermatology.
It’s known that only female mosquitoes bite
humans, so if one bites a woman, regardless
of race, might that still be illegal in Georgia?
Mosquitoes model why one person can truly
make a real difference—if you’ve ever spent
the night alone with the bug in your pup tent.