Pesticide
Standing at the sink yesterday, out of the corner of my eye; I see the wing of an airplane zipping by the kitchen window.
I grab the kids (preschool kids included) and my camera and we run outside just as the most fabulous yellow airplane buzzes our house.
The pilot makes several spectacular passes just feet from the screaming kids as they yell to him “go upside down! go upside down!”
We all watched for several minutes, taking pictures, and I thought...wow, this kind pilot must’ve seen us and is putting on a show for the kids.
It wasn’t until the last pass as spray covered the field and then seconds later as a strange mist blasted me in the face that I realize this “kind pilot” was simply spraying pesticide on the fields around our house.
My flesh is still burning.
Yikes!
I grab the kids (preschool kids included) and my camera and we run outside just as the most fabulous yellow airplane buzzes our house.
The pilot makes several spectacular passes just feet from the screaming kids as they yell to him “go upside down! go upside down!”
We all watched for several minutes, taking pictures, and I thought...wow, this kind pilot must’ve seen us and is putting on a show for the kids.
It wasn’t until the last pass as spray covered the field and then seconds later as a strange mist blasted me in the face that I realize this “kind pilot” was simply spraying pesticide on the fields around our house.
My flesh is still burning.
Yikes!
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