Frazz by Jef Mallett for July 07, 2020

Reminds me of Victor Borge’s bit about the opera, and the well endowed soprano who stabbed between the two…. big… trees.

As a guy who likes to fish. Being stung on the bum isn’t the worst place. I can’t say where the worst place is unless i want to get banned.

If you encounter mosquitoes, but you’re bit only once, you were lucky.

My wife came home from playing golf one time and said she was stung by a bee between the first and second hole. I told her “Your stance is too wide.”

Got bit in another worst place one summer camp and had to use my toothbrush for relief. My mouth was kind of funky for the rest of my stay.

Caulfield knows how to set up a straight line.

You think mosquitoes are bad. Get bit by a Trombicula irritans and you’ll wish you’d been bitten by ten or more mosquitoes.

Dengue fever may be the topical tropical disease, but malaria is still the “worst possible” mosquito-borne danger, with strokes now an emerging symptom.

Welcome to South Florida. Currently we have active outbreaks of Dengue Fever, West Nile virus, AND, of course, Covid-19.

Enjoy the sunshine. Bring the whole family!!

Ankle.

The body has an equator? I didn’t get ANYTHING Caulfield just said.

So many times we see headline about “Man Robbed at Gunpoint” I don’t understand why people keep going there.

The worst for me was on the bottom of my big toe near the joint. I could wear shoes for a few days due to the swelling it caused.

Mosquitoes don’t usually bite areas covered by clothing. Sounds like Frazz has had some interesting experiences.

Breakbone Fever Just cannot imagine how bad. Thanks to Frazz for bringing it up.

I like how the water spray breaks into the last frame. Neato…

Dengue is also known as “break-bone fever.” ’nuf said.

Yeah, lucky he didn’t get bit in a place that he’s nowhere near, has never been to, and has no current plans to go. Let’s you know a little about how the kid thinks (or doesn’t).

A highlight of our trip to Victoria Falls and South Africa was when we were preparing to leave the former. We knew that malaria happened there, so we bought and brought some mosquito netting in case the hotel didn’t provide it (turns out they did), with the idea that we’d leave it behind since we wouldn’t need it in SA. One of the hotel porters, Isaac, had made himself our personal servant for the stay, so we knew he’d be just the man to find it a good home. That home was his, as he told us with a tear in his eye and a cry in his voice. Much gratitude on both sides.

“Bum”? We-all speaks ’Murkan in these here parts, podner.