Someone sent me this Texas Blessing. It is so appropriate right now since the love bugs that nibble on the Western Soapberry fruit have multiplied to inordinate numbers. I suspect that next year will be an impossibility for bugless living. Our youngest son used to work for an exterminator service. He told us that love bugs don't hurt anything. But it doesn't matter. NOTHING will kill them. Well, we have a grandson who proved otherwise. He used a magnifying glass and burned up a few, stomped several, and then washed away a passle with the water hose. But that still didn't make a dent in the bug population. Sigh.
Bless this house, or Lord, we cry.
Please keep it cool in mid-July.
Bless the walls where termites dine,
While ants and roaches march in time.
Bless our yard where spiders pass
Fire ant castles in the grass.
Bless the garage, a home to please
Carpenter beetles, ticks and fleas.
Bless the love bugs, two by two,
the gnats and mosquitoes that feed on you.
Millions of creatures that fly or crawl,
in TEXAS,,, Lord, you've put them all!!
But this is home, and here we'll stay,
So thank you Lord, for insect spray.
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Amen to the insect spray! LOL!
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