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Girls Canopy Netting


girls canopy netting
    netting
  • Open-meshed material made by knotting together twine, wire, rope, or thread
  • gauze: a net of transparent fabric with a loose open weave
  • (net) make as a net profit; "The company cleared $1 million"
  • creating nets
    canopy
  • Cover or provide with a canopy
  • the transparent covering of an aircraft cockpit
  • cover with a canopy
  • the umbrellalike part of a parachute that fills with air
    girls
  • A female child
  • (girl) a young woman; "a young lady of 18"
  • A young or relatively young woman
  • (girl) female child: a youthful female person; "the baby was a girl"; "the girls were just learning to ride a tricycle"
  • A person's daughter, esp. a young one
  • (girl) daughter: a female human offspring; "her daughter cared for her in her old age"
girls canopy netting - Portable see
Portable see through mosquito net canopy,camping fun insect shield and bug screening tent-Put cot,sleeping bag,small furniture & pool inside-47"(W)X76"(L)X56"(tip height)
Portable see through mosquito net canopy,camping fun insect shield and bug screening tent-Put cot,sleeping bag,small furniture & pool inside-47"(W)X76"(L)X56"(tip height)
This single size high quality and sturdy tent contains both net and frame so it is self-supportive. When folded, everything fits inside an easy to carry zip up case with 2 straps. It is compact, lightweight and easy to carry. It has bottom net cloth but a cot can be put inside. Great for adult or youth camping, boy or girl scouts outings. Also functions as a screen house for insect and bug research or insect shield. In addition, it works great for indoor and outdoor kids play house so that parents can see through the netting to ensure the safety of the children. Can be carried along when travel to provide the infant or toddler a clean and safe play area.Can be easily assembled by one person.

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Kastellorizo, Greece
Kastellorizo, Greece
"Kastellorizo," said Charlene, as the small tour boat crossed the bay towards the island. "It's 36'8, '33N.29' 37'28E. Seventy two naval miles from Rhodes. At the closest point it's less than a mile form the Turkish mainland." The storm had stayed far out over the sea, but heavy waves still rolled into the bay and the boat tacked at cross angles through them, tossing like a cork, its prow dipping into the wide troughs and then cutting with dull slaps through each successive swell. The gang was crowded around a small table under the canopy that stretched over the back deck. The crossing had taken almost an hour from harbour to harbour, and they'd had to wait almost an hour before that because the passenger list had to be checked against their passports, a process carried out while they all stood around in the drab foyer of the civic building in Kas. Sean thought that the whole exercise, and the people who administered it, had been unnecessarily tedious. He complained that the two young Turks in charge of the boat were rude and his Irish temper flared. "They learn English from Germans," he said. "Bark, bark, bark. Well, I won't stand for it. I won't be herded around. I'm the one who's paying money here. And they ought to be civil." He informed the young man at the wheel that he was going to report them to the tourist bureau. "They don't give a flying fuck about you," said Peter. "Settle down and enjoy the day." "Really, man," said Albert. "Don't make waves." "Good one," Peter congratulated the Dutchman. Albert had been waiting on the boat when the gang arrived. Everyone had been surprised to see him, but no one said anything. It was early for Albert, who usually didn't rise before noon. Most days he sat on his balcony until after one in the afternoon, where Drucada served him breakfast and tea, then he'd drive to town. Albert never walked far. Peter was especially surprised to see him on the boat because, as far as Peter knew, foreigners with cars couldn't leave Turkey without taking their cars with them, and Kas had no custom's compound. As well, Albert hadn't joined the rest of the group at the civic building. But, Peter noted, the Dutchman seemed especially chummy with the two Turkish crewmen. "Kas means eyebrow in Turkish," said Charlene, continuing to read from her guidebook. "And Kastellorizo is obviously the eye." "I like that," said Judy. "The eye and the eyebrow. Makes perfect sense." "Earliest settlement was Neolithic" Charlene informed them. "What's that?" asked Jocko. "Caveman days," said Peter. Jokco jumped up from his chair and began pantomiming an ape. "That's enough," said Judy. "Sit down. A boat is no place to be jumping around." Liam giggled and, Jocko, encouraged by his little friend, continued the performance. "Sit down," said Peter. "Now." Jocko sat, scowling. "And wipe the scowl off your face," said Peter. "This is a boat, not a playground." "Dorians, Phonecians, Myceaians, Lycians," said Charlene. "Sort of poetic, isn't it?" "Quite a history for such a tiny place," said Judy. "That's not all," said Charlene. "It was Byzantine. See the castle?" She pointed up to the crest of the hill, as the boat passed beneath it into the harbour. "Then the Knights of St. John took over. It was a pirate cove. The Venetians stayed for awhile. It was bombed by nearly everyone during the second world war." "Popular place," said Cathy. "Osman told me that the people here are all paid by the Greek government," said Peter. "Because if the population falls below a certain number then the island reverts to Turkey." The boat bobbed slightly against the dock and the youngest of the two Turks jumped off to secure the rope to a large metal mooring ring, then the gang was led to the port office where their passports were once again checked against the passenger list. Cathy argued with the man behind the desk. She was informed that Kastellorizo wasn't a port of entry, but she wanted her passport stamped anyways. "There is no stamp," said the man. "But this is Greece," Cathy complained. "And I want a damn stamp." "Ah," said Peter. "The great white American adventurer wants to bag another stamp." By the time they were finished with the formalities Jocko and Liam were already playing in a bombed-out building behind the port office. "What do you want to do?" Judy asked Peter. "I'm going to stroll around and take some shots," he answered, wondering if Albert wanted to have a beer at one of the dockside restaurants. It was then he realized that Albert hadn't joined them for the passport check. "I'll take the kids for
Skeeters
Skeeters
Of all the things to hate in life, she hated mosquitoes most of all. Hated their awful mechanical whine, their predatory dipping and hovering… not to mention their vile habit of helping themselves to her blood. Other insects bit when threatened. Bit in self-defense. Hell, bees gave their lives for one single sting. But skeeters. They were hunters. They lived to stick their hideous slicing, piercing, spitting, sucking equipment into warm, pulsing veins and steal the very thing that made mammals mammals. The girl read up on them, learned what she could. Learned that the stinger is composed of four discrete parts, and that… while they suck blood, they simultaneously inject their victim with their own saliva. It’s an anti-coagulant. It keeps the blood from clotting. And that’s what gives the bite its insanity-inducing itch. The girl read all she could, but still she despised them. No amount of knowledge could lead her to acceptance. And so she continued her life-long war; continued to live with her bunker mentality. She covered herself outside, always. Slept under a skeeter-proof net. Used all manner of chemical sprays, and sometimes went to extremes of avoidance. Like the time she was staying at a friend’s place, sleeping in a room with neither screens nor nets. And skeeters hummed around her head. She tried to protect herself with blankets but it was summertime, and way too hot. She tried to ignore them, but that was impossible. Several times she got up, turned on the lights, hunted down and killed one or two of her antagonists. But as soon as she lay down again, there they were, whining. Finally she left the house entirely and went outside to try to get some sleep in the back of her truck. It had a canopy with windows and, more important, screens. The truck bed was hard and ridged. She had no pillow, no blanket, no comforts. And lay directly under a streetlight. Never mind. Never mind. Never mind the drunk kids roaring up and down the street, ghetto blasters blasting, through the early morning hours. Never mind the stiff neck, or sore limbs, or bright lights. Never mind the shivering cold, or the clouds of exhaust from passing cars. She was safe from the skeeters, and that was all that mattered. The next day she felt awful. Worst of all, she’d suffered several bites before she’d moved to the truck. Sitting in her girlfriend’s kitchen… groggy, drinking coffee, scratching… watching the fresh sun light up the neighbourhood… she made the most intense wish she had ever wished. “If I could change just one thing about the world, I’d wipe out mosquitoes altogether,” she vowed. She didn’t have a lot of energy that morning, so it came out sounding less emphatic than she felt. But someone somewhere must have heard. Because, after that, she started to realize she wasn’t seeing or hearing or swatting mosquitoes any more. They seemed to have vanished. And she tested the theory with evenings at the beach… mornings in the bush… nights without her trusty net. And sure enough… even when she laid out her bare skin… unprotected, warm and smelling probably of blood… she didn’t hear a single grating high-pitched zzzzzz. It seemed so remarkable. And didn’t go unnoticed. Soon there were news reports. Mosquitoes were history. No more fear about West Nile virus. Stepped down concerns about malaria and sleeping sickness and all the other horrible things the nasty bugs had spread. Scientists studied pools of standing water. Found nothing. Tried to breed mosquitoes in a lab. No success. The girl had no idea if her wish was in any way connected to the skeeters’ disappearance… and she didn’t care. She thought it was the greatest thing to happen in her lifetime. Then one day she was out at the lake. In her bathing suit. Accustomed to a skeeter-free environment. It was a perfect day. Warm sun, cool water, light breeze, no people, no sounds but nature and, every now and then, the girl’s own splashing or the gentle flip of pages as she worked through a novel. Still damp and cool from swimming, tired of reading, she lay on her back and closed her eyes… and, lulled by the sun, drifted into a deep happy sleep. When she woke, it was late. The sun was going down. She couldn’t believe she’d slept so long. She started packing up her things and, as she did, was surprised to feel a sudden sweep of feathers on her bare back. She looked up and saw swallows… dozens of them… swooping. Strange, she thought. She’d never seen them so close. And then one’s wings were flapping in her face. And small sharp claws were sticking in her shoulder. And she shrieked as first one small beak, then another, then a dozen pierced her flesh and pecked and raked and tore at her. More swallows joined, and soon the girl was on the ground, swarmed… overcome… numb with shock. Before she lost consciousness… before the swallows helped themselves to what was left of her still-flowing blood… she had

girls canopy netting
girls canopy netting
Dewitt PN1414 14' x 14' Deluxe Pond Netting
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