It hasn't been "lions and tigers and bears, oh my" around here. More like the first several chapters of the Ten Plagues of Egypt. We started out the spring with more buffalo gnats than we could possible use in a lifetime, then churned, in sequence, through similar inundations of scorpions (tag, I'm it!), spiders (which have generated a persistent cobweb disaster in my not-sealed-very tightly country home), orange dog caterpillars, flying ants, flies (blow, bottle, house), and now, according to the local paper, we should brace for crickets.
What might follow? I think I saw the sign of the seventh plague last night: fast-forming thunderstorms with shifting, high velocity winds and other unpredictable weather patterns.
Davis's already long day (Columbus --> Newark --> Dallas --> College Station) grew by multiple hours once he landed in Dallas. He watched his departure time slip further and further into the evening; he boarded, unloaded, and re-boarded his