I thought I finally Had His attention

[Guest guest]

I have a very down to earth husband' there is no Santa, no Easter

bunnie, and because he can't see them, and they won't bite him- there

are no such things as mites. Just nutty wives. As I said I truly love

him with all my heart, if I did'nt the tail light of my car would be

all that was visable.

He was watching the TV and spilled a cola on the night stand. Panic

cleaners and the requisite flurry of de-spilling the area roused one of

the wonderful little fellows 1/4 inch long, transparent biege,

resembling a piece of moth wing to we near sighted folk. It got

spritzed and stood up on one end, a move noted with 'LOOK' from the all

too well bitten wife. I put my fingertip down close enough to have the

intrepid moist mite transfer from one surface to its new maybe host.

After several minites of the mite laying flat on Hubby's hand and

quickly righting itself to one end, sail up, He informed me it was just

a dust glob with static elelctricity aiding its acrobatics.

He made sure he rubbed forefinger and thumb in little mitey circles

a few times, but the end result was a frustrated retreat of yours

truly, to avoid more tranquilizers, and admonishments. I feel like

Hamlet occationally. And just as drama redden. Of to the wonders of

cedarcide and soap. Blessings All.