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Nibblin’ on pork skins

Don’t know where I been.

All of my neighbors

They’re staying inside.

I’m listenin’ to Billy Strings

On my back patio thing

All of my worries

They’re fading away.

Wastin’ away again here in Mosquitoville

Searchin’ for my, lost can of Off.

Some people claim, the bugs are to blame

But I know, it’s my own damn fault.

I don’t know the reason

I’ve been here all season.

With nothing to show but some welts on my skin.

Some of them are real itchy

I’m becoming sort of bitchy.

I’ll go inside, but I don’t know when.

Wasted away again here in Mosquitoville …

My apologies to the late, great Jimmy Buffet, author of the song Margaritaville, whose tune I borrowed.

But it’s the sort of thing that goes through my mind while trying to enjoy the back yard on a Saturday evening. I knew it had rained, and that meant that mosquitoes would be out in full force. So I wore long sleeves on my shirt. I wore long pants. Just about everything was covered except my hands and face.

Then, pow!

I almost broke my glasses as I slapped at my eye.

Yes, a mosquito had found its way under the glasses and did what mosquitoes do best – right on my eyelid.

Ouch!

It was at that time I thought, in this situation, “What would Jimmy Buffet do?”

If life gives you mosquitoes, make margaritas.

– Mike Barnhardt