So, we got in to Ft. Myers yesterday evening, and we spent the first day of our vacation today doing lots of fun things...
...like contacting the water softener company to come out and check our levels of salt...
...like going to the grocery store and loading up on a little bit of food and a whole lot of impulse choices...
...like visiting the local Mazda car dealership to get a new battery for my dead old smart-key...
...like borrowing the power washer from the neighbor-guy and cleaning off algae from the pool cage and patio...
While we were out scrubbing down the pool area, we heard a horrendous noise getting closer and closer...we looked up to see a helicopter that appeared to be coming in for a landing. In our back yard.
Rather than run away and take cover, which is what any smart person would have done, we all just stood there - frozen in shock - mouths agape - as the chopper pretty much gave us all a haircut as it flew overhead.
And it was spraying...something.
Seriously, for a minute, I was having flashbacks to "Platoon" and being napalmed by the enemy. At one point, I yelled, "Who ARE you??!! And why are we under attack??!!!!"
I admit...I'm a bit jumpy lately. We are now only one county away from the infamous Casey Anthony jury, and I can't help but think some crazy loons are going to come down here to the Florida backwoods and take justice into their own hands.
Hey. Don't laugh. It could happen.
Belatedly, we realized it was spraying the mangroves in our backyard, to rid them of pesky mosquitoes - but for a minute, we stupidly thought they were trying to rid our back yard of us measly little humans.
It made 3-4 swoops by, and by the 3rd swoop, we had figured out that whatever it was it was spraying, was not something we needed to be breathing, so we ran inside. We're crossing our fingers that inadvertently inhaling two helicopter swoops of mosquito-kill is probably not enough to hurt us, right?
I mean, if it takes 4 swoops to kill the mosquitoes, then we're probably good to go.
Of course, the more I think about this, the more I can't help but think that perhaps this is what was wrong with the Casey Anthony jury. They live down here all the time, and who knows how many helicopter swoops of mosquito-napalm they've inadvertently breathed in over the years....????
Hey. Think about it. It could explain a lot.
Eleven-year old daughter remarked, somewhat snippily, "Geesh. You'd think they would have WARNED us they were going to do that!!!"
"How would they have warned us???" I asked, genuinely curious.
I guess our kids think that Facebook is the answer to everything - including warning unsuspecting residents that the mosquitoes are about to be napalmed.