A little bit of rain, a little bit of warmth, and don't you know, the damn maringouin come out and bite. I be damn. I thought that cold killed the bastards. But no, Hell no, the little heathens just hided. Waiting. I got bit washing our clothes at the laundry mat. And more rain to come. I guess I'll just drink another beer. I also like the word for flyswatter-palette a mouche.