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Chemical Zombies — It Could Happen
Zombie satire for the brain eating kind…
I woke up bright and early one morning long ago (I considered anything before 10am early) and sat down to enjoy the quiet repose of breakfast. However…it was not quiet nor reposing. Between my 11 year old (aka “The Chemist”) chatting up a storm and both of my dogs eagerly bouncing around my ankles, I found myself zerged in the worst possible manner for anyone wanting to read their book in peace.
Clearly, I was not off to a good start.
That’s when the helicopter started flying around my house like a combination of a carousel and a tilt-a-whirl with no predictability of when the ride would stop.
Let me explain something first before I get back to the Heli-sel-whirl. I live in the midwest — arctic hell to be precise. There are approximately two seasons here with a little variety in them: Construction season (with a smidge of mosquito flavor) and winter. I also live in the land of ten thousand swamps. This is not by any means an exaggeration. This is also where the mosquito flavoring of “Construction Season” comes in. This is the reason the Heli-sel-whirl comes flying in. Every year, sometimes twice a year, the local government (or maybe state, who knows at this point), sprays to kill mosquito eggs.
