But I wanted to check the mail and also, my across-the-street neighbor texted me that he had bought too much Romaine lettuce and did I want some and I texted back that sure, I did, and that I'd stop on my way back from my stroll to the Post Office.
When I got to the corner I saw that a church was selling mullet dinners and I asked them how much and they said seven dollars and I said I'd be back and then went to check my mail and then by Paul's and we stood and chatted in his yard for a bit (mostly about how much our hips hurt and how aging just purely sucks because we are aging) and I guess I didn't realize it but I must have been bitten three times by a yellow fly because by the time I came home, got my money for the mullet dinner and went back and was waiting on my mullet to fry, I had three places on my own personal body that were itching like motherfucking hell and nothing itches like a yellow fly bite.
I had a pleasant time talking with the young people who were at the mullet dinner set-up while the older lady did the actual mullet-frying about astrology, of all things, plus a few other things and by the time I got home with my styrofoam take-out container, I knew it was time to hit the Benadryl. Which I did.
Both topical and a pill.
The mullet dinner was, I have to say, disappointing.
What kind of church was that? I did ask what church it was and they told me and I asked, "Where is that?" and that lady said, "Down the road," which did not clear up a damn thing in that there are approximately twenty-eight churches down the road from here. I acted like I knew what she meant though.
Anyway, not only was there no slaw and no cheese grits (or grits of any kind), the mullet was not the best mullet I ever ate. I am thinking it was caught yesterday or the day before and that would be fine for most fish but if you know anything about mullet, you will know that unless it goes from water to plate within a short few hours, it isn't very good whereas if it is cooked and served a few hours after it's caught, it is the most divine white meat on the planet.
This mullet was not divine. And what can you say about frozen french fries? Oh well, I donated my seven bucks to the cause of summer activities for a church and therefore, I did my job. Also, my chickens got some nice mullet and white bread and french fries. Which they loved.
BUT, that is not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about my yellow fly bites. I am highly, highly reactive to those motherfuckers. This is what the insect looks like.
(Picture stollen from the internet because hell, no, I am not letting one of these horrors stay on me long enough to take a photo.)
Bigger than a mosquito and smaller than a horsefly. And they can draw blood when they bite.
Even though I had taken the Benadryl and used the cream on my bites, they became an itchy hell. Plus, swollen up. Here's a picture I took and sent to Jessie (because you have to do this- send pictures to someone of your swollen yellow fly bites, right?) of my hand.
My feet weren't quite as bad but just as itchy. I contemplated taking another Benadryl when I started feeling the sleepy/slightly stoned effects of it and the bites were still driving me crazy but decided against that because this is a process and it just has to work itself out.
So I cleaned out the hen house and yes, the baby chicks had flown the coop (so to speak) and the teenager chickens were now in there, eating all the baby chicks' food.
And then I decided to take a nap (sleepy and slightly stoned as I was) and let time have its way with me and so I did and my feet bites look a lot better and are not itching and my hand bite isn't itching but it looks like when you take one of those rubber doctor gloves and either blow it up or fill it with water and it's so funny like a cartoon hand which is somewhat appalling when it's attached to your wrist but it's not really bothering me and I feel certain I'll live.
So here's two more pictures which I took when I was out picking peas for the possible risotto I might make tonight if I ever get hungry again.
Can you see the little anole? And bonus points for spotting Maurice.
It's really time to pull those peas because they are done and have aphids all over them but the ladybugs are so happy eating the aphids and quite possibly the anoles are so happy eating the ladybugs that I am loathe to do so. But I will soon and the chickens will love them because pea vines are delicious. I'll probably use some myself in a salad. When, you know, Mr. Moon comes home and I actually make a salad. I have plenty of Romaine.
So it's been a far more exciting day than I had anticipated. I had never anticipated discussing astrology with members of the Elizabeth AME church nor had I anticipated being bitten by those hateful bugs. I am in a cheerful mood, perhaps despite and because, both, and also, I got to talk to May on the phone and we make each other laugh and cackle like two witches, mother witch and daughter witch, and my fat little glove hand isn't bothering me much at all. And then there was the nap and if there's anything more delightful than taking a nap on a Saturday afternoon and waking up and realizing that no matter what time it is, all is well and it doesn't matter, I don't know what it is. My baby chicks got to explore some of the bigger world and I know, at least, which one I want to name Georgiebelle.
And hey! I got a 20% off coupon in the mail today for Bed, Bath, and Beyond! Can you believe that? How lucky can a person get????
I think I WILL make risotto. Just for the pure pleasure of it. With fresh peas.
All Love...Ms. Moon
Those flies are surely bastards from hell. Ouch! I've thankfully never seen one, I don't think we have them here. Otherwise I'm sure they would love me. Every biting insect seems to like me. I got a tick last year foehn I was in a rain forest. It landed near my , ahem, lady garden and oh my I had to go to the Doctor. The swelling was appalling and I looked like an exhibit form Medical Monstrosities. That vote on your hand looks sore. Take care Mary Dear xxReplyDelete
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OMG, that fly bite looks horrid! Glad the Benedryl is tempering it a bit........ perhaps a cocktail would be in order as well. Yikes! Your day sounds very good.....save for the not-so-good mullet and the missing grits AND the fly bites. Early bed with your book and your furry friends and hope tomorrow is even better LOL!ReplyDelete
PS....I got a horsefly bite a few years back on my knee and I trust your yellow flies are similar. It was brutal!
Omg! that looks painful. Kill all yellow flies!ReplyDelete
Omg! that looks painful. Kill all yellow flies!ReplyDelete
Holy fucking cow Mary! That's way worse than the chiggers I deal with which seem to think the crack of my butt is the best place ever.ReplyDelete
I thought the No-See-Ums were wicked! I hope I never see a yellow fly! I've never tried mullet, but in Palmetto, where we go in the winter, smoked mullet is eaten. I've heard good AND bad, so I haven't tried it yet.ReplyDelete
Leisha- Oh god. Tick bites are the worst because you have to worry about all of the diseases they carry. Yellowfly bites just suck and then their evilness goes away. I swear.ReplyDelete
Susan M- I'm fine. And guess what? You are right! A cocktail helped tremendously!
Yolie- I wish I could. They are beastly and horrid. And almost impossible to slap to death.
Ellen Abbott- But the good thing is that after a day these bites disappear, unlike chiggers! Damn I hate those fucking bastards too!
Catrina- Smoked mullet is delicious but if you ever get a chance to eat fresh-fried mullet, try it. It is heaven.
I have killed several yellow flies in the last few days. I haven't been bitten yet, thankfully I don't swell quite as bad as you do. Sorry your mullet dinner wasn't good. GailReplyDelete
Ok, I had to look up mullet. In this part of the world, its just a bad haircut, not dinner. I like the whole situation, particularly that you had to run back home to get money. That seems young, right? For the mullet dinner (not a haircut.) I'm sad about the bites but at least it looks terrible, which, well, that helps. Some of our suffering is so invisible!ReplyDelete
The only thing that could have been better is if this involved a ride in the back of a police cruiser.
Ohh, that's so nasty! Your poor hand! I'm glad it's getting better. Yeesh! And I'm sorry about the disappointing mullet. Bah!ReplyDelete
Wow, you really DO react like crazy to those yellow flies. I hate yellow flies. Your hand makes me think of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb": "My hands felt just like two balloons." (Although I think that's about heroin addiction or something so maybe not the best reference.)ReplyDelete
I see the anole, and Maurice! Sorry about the mullet. Oh well -- as you said, you were being civic-minded merely by participating.
Gail- Well, after the hellish itching is over, the bites don't really bother me. Just some swelling, you know. But I hate those bastards. I really do.ReplyDelete
Betsy- At one time they tried to rename Mullet as "Lisa" in order to make it sound more palatable. Haha! I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. It's not an easy fish to transport in that it has to be very, very fresh. And you are so right about the suffering! Yes! I love the way your brain works! It IS almost a relief to have visible proof of it.
I'm pretty glad though that my day did not involve a ride in the back of a police cruiser. Although the sheriffs in Jefferson County are generally pretty polite.
Jo- Ah well. I survived it all quite nicely.
Steve Reed- Truthfully, my hand did look like a balloon. Not sure what a balloon feels like, though. And yes, I am glad I bought a mullet dinner even if it wasn't the best. It was an experience!
Good god! Your hand! I would be in the E.R. But I am a hypochondriac so it is a good thing I don't live in Florida. I don't like killing any creature but I would make it a mission to kill those bastards.ReplyDelete