So Erick and I have been doing our best to fit in to the Southern way of life. He's decided Auburn will be his "team" (they ask you Alabama or Auburn when you first move here), we've had boiled peanuts, we've discovered what muscadines are, and we've eaten some pretty dang good BBQ. This week we learned about the infamous "Skeeter" truck that drives around and sprays for mosquitos. We were over at our pals' house - Jack and Mandi - and heard what we thought was a street sweeper. They corrected us in our assumption and told us about this "skeeter truck"
Now Jack and Mandi moved here about the same time we did - but they live in a more populated area of Prattville than we do so they have experienced a few more local things than we have. One day, while outside talking to their neighbors, this truck drives by releasing its mosquito killing toxins in the air. This didn't phase the locals, who remarked to Jack and Mandi that the folks who lived in their house before them used to run everytime they saw that truck coming. They thought this was very silly of them because as kids, they used to chase the "skeeter" trucks with their bikes. Somehow this just didn't come across to any of us "foreigners" as a safe and healthy passtime...kinda like when I moved to Texas and saw kids on sleds tied to the bumpers of cars driving down the ice covered roads during the first Winter I spent there.
Last night, the "skeeter" truck made it by our neighborhood. Needless to say, Erick and I did not feel compelled in an attempt to "fit in" to go out and chase it down.
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