tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779217736795012050.post6021093062768221794..comments2023-05-14T00:45:11.245-07:00Comments on The Whitest Guy in West Africa: The Mighty Hunterrchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04813688791060676596noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779217736795012050.post-30455946653592475672011-02-03T08:19:12.748-08:002011-02-03T08:19:12.748-08:00Hail to thee, mighty hunter! I, too, have no compu...Hail to thee, mighty hunter! I, too, have no compunction concerning the death of bugs who mean me harm. I'll go so far as to try to trap and release bugs that just happened to enter my space, but mosquitoes are miniature assassins. They get what they would deliver unto me, just on a larger scale.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779217736795012050.post-7406660564478515132011-01-30T05:55:47.909-08:002011-01-30T05:55:47.909-08:00My family has a place on a small lake in Maine. Ev...My family has a place on a small lake in Maine. Every summer we fight this battle... can barely sit by the fire in the evening. But one cannot go up to the camp without gathering around the fire, so on those warmer winter evenings you'll find us by the pit w/netting around our heads, long sleeved shirts and pants, socks and shoes. Sweltering. <br />I wish those pests stayed by the water where the fish need them more.Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.com