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Story Idea and...Bugs...

Hello people. How is life? Mine is pretty good. There is a high school down the street that I will be going to soon. Last night I began to think about just how different things will be. I mean, there was minor culture shock when I switched to home school in first grade. I was also just a little shunned at first because I had been "public schooled". (Not for very long at all, since I was still young.) I'm just saying, I know how discriminative home schoolers can be. (If you are public schooled and you come to the park during park day, it is like you have a disease or something.) However if you are our public schooled neighbor, we can be best buds. It's stupid really. IDK how high school public schoolers feel toward home schoolers... I guess I shall soon find out.
So in Sunday school the other day, I had a brilliant idea for a story. But since whenever I determine to write a book I get side tracked or don't have the time or just plain forget, I am thinking about writing it piece by piece here. You can hold me accountable this time. It will be awesome. I just need to work out a few more details and the I will begin. (Details such as a superhero name, any ideas???)
Yesterday on the news I heard that scientists are releasing GMO mosquitoes to fight Zika. At first I was like, oh this is genius. They are sending out 40,000 sterile male mosquitoes of a certain breed to mate with the females of that breed and create dud eggs. (That breed carries Zika.) It seems logical, and the cool part is apparently only the females bite. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder how many mosquitoes will be left after this is over.How do I know that there is more than one breed in North America? What if this breed makes up 99% of mosquito population? Hate to admit it but we need those little buggers. Without them the ecosystem will get jacked up. Bats will be hungry and we will start seeing commercials, Just one penny a day.  Etc etc. As cool as I think it is to be creating sterile mosquitoes that don't bite, I think they will have to in the end, start making unsterile mosquitoes that don't carry Zika. Maybe that will fix it... without messing up the delicately balanced food chain. What if this breed only makes up 2% of the mosquito population? Is the risk of contracting Zika as big as the news makes it? Are we possibly worrying about this too much? Maybe it is all a scam and only like four people contract the disease...
Who knows though. I could be wrong about the whole thing, I did read the liberal news article. (It was at the top.) Perhaps I will look further into this, or perhaps I won't care because it isn't happening near me.
{Gosh, Cowgirl, that sounds cold.}
Sorry. It's just brain barf. Anyway, that will be all for today. If you have any comments or what not, I love it when you have comments and whatnot. I am going to go drink coffee and watch the liberal news because that is the channel we get. (Well, most of them are liberal, but we get the grumpy uptight ones on CBS. I prefer the friendly ones on NBC.) Enough politics. Everyone hates it. Sorry people, have a great day. 😊

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