Since it seemed like the “in” thing to do, today I decided to enforce a no-fly zone of my own… in my backyard. Sadly, most of my military operations, especially no-fly zones I’ve enforced in the past, have done little to dampen the zeal of the little two-winged rebels wreaking terror on my innocent skin cells. They just keep coming back. Like pests. Pests carrying hypodermic needles. Pests carrying hypodermic needles and wearing aviator goggles. With leather jackets and scarves. And speaking Sanskrit. Yes, mosquitoes speaking Sanskrit. I know, weird, right?
And so Operation Citronella Dawn is once again in effect. It’s yet another valiant effort in the war against terror.