“You know, Brown Recluses, they seek you out,” Uncle Johnny said.  Johnny runs an extermination business outside of Santo, Texas.  He sprays a lot of the Houston metroplex, taking care of some of the nastiest places – the Greyhound bus depots and the airline hangars at the airport.  Johnny came over from Cuba back in the seventies.  However, because Johnny has lived the longest, it justifies his knowing more than the rest of us.  When I told him the doctor said my mosquito bite was actually the work of a spider, Johnny said it wasn’t news to him.  Ol’ Johnny just didn’t want to contradict my dad in front of his little girl.

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