Hurricane Issac is an a**hole - Part Deux

In a previous post I spoke about Hurricane Isaac as if he has a personality all his own, and I'm sticking to it.  He apparently has secret powers that turn more than myself into a little crazy.

Before I start the story, my apologies to my brother David and his wife Leigh Erin, but it's just too funny not to share.  

*** Disclaimer: any violence exhibited in this blog came from pure good intentions, and let's be honest, a little hurricane/sleep deprivation crazy.

So picture this.  A newlywed couple is living in New Orleans with their little girl.  They've just returned from our Paw Paw's funeral, only because a hurricane was about to pummel into their home.  (In all seriousness, my Paw Paw does deserve a moment of silence here.  We love you and miss you, Paw Paw.) 

Back to scene setting.  Everyone already has frazzled nerves, and now it's time to prep their New Orleans' house for a hurricane.  No sleep has been had in almost a week.  My brother, the former boyscout and military man, has set up safety areas around his entire home, planning for almost any hurricane scenario.  Take that Isaac!  

In all his wisdom, he had everyone well-hydrated for the inevitable, losing power in the middle of a hot Louisiana summer.  It is now bedtime and my niece Ella (cutest kid ever), my brother and sister-in-law prepare for much-needed slumber, because more craziness was to come.

There was one flaw in my brother's preparations.  Their alarm went off in the middle of the night, and my brother was certain it was looters trying to take all of their cool DIY belongings, but most likely was just the high-speed winds moving the door. David sprung into action like a jungle cat.  (Okay I just wanted to use the term jungle cat, so I'm making it work).

He leaps out of bed and searches the house, Rambo-style.  No one was to be found, but he was still on edge.  He takes a door that was being used for one of Leigh Erin's many DIY projects (don't ask - just know it will be super fantastic), and props it up against their bedroom door.  They all eventually fall back asleep, but not before my brother creates a contingency plan to attack any crazy NOLA looters.  Heck yeah!  That's how the Lundy's roll. 

Leigh Erin, being the well-hydrated, but very sweet wife that she is, woke up, and not wanting to wake my brother - who has been through a loss - decided she was going to maneuver around my brother's crazy anti-looter, Macguyver setup, but not so successfully.  

Apparently, my brother is a light sleeper and thought the looters were back in business.  He jumps up, again, to take action.  Luckily Leigh Erin starts screaming, and rightly so.  My brother soon realizes it's his wife and not a scary looter, or Ninja West Nile Virus mosquito.  (If confused - see previous blog post), and no harm was done.  Cutest kid ever, slept through the whole debacle.  However, following that, my brother decided it was in everyone's best interests that he sleep on the floor with his feet propped up against the door, so that he would be the first point of contact for crazy looters or the wind, whichever.  

Crisis averted.  Take that Ninja Mosquitoes, crazy looters and Hurricane a**hole Isaac!

Crouching Tiger Killer Mosquitoes

So I'm pretty certain that being stir crazy should be a clinical diagnosis, and I must have it, along with every other non-evacuee in Louisiana.  For the past week, I have been couped up in my condo, along with my cat that has inherited the nickname PK for Psycho Kitty (thank you Cammi), because of that a**hole Isaac.  Yes, I went there.  I called a hurricane an a**hole.  What of it?  He is.  

Right when everything seemed like it was finally over, an entire day later, one more band swept through the area, and catapults a grill into my friend Cammi's window that night, causing her alarm to go off.  Of course she thinks someone is breaking into her home, so she yells, "I've got a gun and I'm from Bunkie!"  Need I say anything else?  Haha, it's so obvious I live in the South, but I'm pretty certain she's got another kind of crazy going on outside of stir crazy.

Because I have decided not to venture all over town with all the traffic lights down, I'm becoming only ever so slightly stir crazy and am so bored, that I can't even watch TV or read any more, because I swear I've been doing that for a week.  I'm surprised I don't have a bed sore.  Sad, I know.  

However, before I decided to stop watching the news, a segment came on about the onset of mosquitoes following a hurricane, but that we shouldn't be too worried about contracting the West Nile Virus, because those types of mosquitoes are only bred in standing water.  Hello, I'm pretty certain the flooding left plenty of standing water all over the state, geniuses, so I'm not feeling very relieved at the moment.  

So... of course, there is a killer mosquito in my house, which I'm fairly certain is a West Nile mosquito - just saying.  I've never moved so fast in my life, with my karate moves, or what I think looks like Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, but in all likelihood, looks more like me having a seizure while screaming like a little girl.  Alas, the mosquito is still flying around here trying to feast on me and give me killer viruses.  Mosquito + 1: Rachael: 0

Vengeance will be mine.