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My family has owned some Arkansas bottom land that has been farmed mainly for cotton for generations, and owned by my family since just after the Civil War. It's about an hour drive from our place, not far across the river in Arkansas.
We recently went over to the place to conduct business with some folks we are leasing part of the land to. One of my visiting cousins, who lives in La Porte, Indiana, said he wanted to come along since he'd never been to Arkansas before. We made the drive and crossed the Mississippi River at Helena, Arkansas, and continued on outside of town a ways, then turned on a gravel road to get to the bottom land currently covered in cotton plants. When we arrived to the place we were to meet some other folks, I told my cousin to stay in the truck and I'd leave it running with the air conditioning on, we wouldn't be here but for a few minutes.
I got out and visited with the folks I had business with which only took about 5 minutes and a handshake, then turned to see my cousin standing out on the edge of the road taking pictures of the cotton field. "Hey, get back in the truck now," I shouted at him. He got back in and asked what the big deal was about.
"Did you spray any bug spray on you when you got out?" He said he didn't. I handed him a bottle of alcohol based hand sanitizer and told him to spread that all over his legs (he was wearing cargo shorts) and let's hope he's not covered up in Arkansas chiggers.
He looked at me and said, I didn't see any . . . .
I pulled out my iPhone and showed him a picture and said, they're too small to see but this is what they look like.
The next day his ankles were covered up in chigger bites. I have a picture I was going to post, but it's too painful looking to share in polite company.
We recently went over to the place to conduct business with some folks we are leasing part of the land to. One of my visiting cousins, who lives in La Porte, Indiana, said he wanted to come along since he'd never been to Arkansas before. We made the drive and crossed the Mississippi River at Helena, Arkansas, and continued on outside of town a ways, then turned on a gravel road to get to the bottom land currently covered in cotton plants. When we arrived to the place we were to meet some other folks, I told my cousin to stay in the truck and I'd leave it running with the air conditioning on, we wouldn't be here but for a few minutes.
I got out and visited with the folks I had business with which only took about 5 minutes and a handshake, then turned to see my cousin standing out on the edge of the road taking pictures of the cotton field. "Hey, get back in the truck now," I shouted at him. He got back in and asked what the big deal was about.
"Did you spray any bug spray on you when you got out?" He said he didn't. I handed him a bottle of alcohol based hand sanitizer and told him to spread that all over his legs (he was wearing cargo shorts) and let's hope he's not covered up in Arkansas chiggers.
He looked at me and said, I didn't see any . . . .
I pulled out my iPhone and showed him a picture and said, they're too small to see but this is what they look like.
The next day his ankles were covered up in chigger bites. I have a picture I was going to post, but it's too painful looking to share in polite company.