It's definitely Springtime here in the Mid-South. Everything is in full bloom. The cars are covered in a thick yellow dust. It's pollen season. Aaaaaachoooooo!
We were out in the garden yesterday, pulling some weeds, when I suddenly, a flowering irritant barreled past my throat and exploded from my nose and mouth. "Excuse me!" I exclaimed to the children. Zali blessed me. Zoe drawled, 'What?" But Simone, who had just that very moment had been chewing on an earthworm to my immediate right, was nowhere to be found. I was afraid my sneeze had blown her clear into the churchyard. It took me a while to find her, cowering in the monkey grass.
I tried to explain that you can't contract an allergy and after a while she tentatively returned to my side. However, every time I sniffed or moved my head too oddly, back she flew to the monkey grass five feet away. Simone is a Germaphobe, I fear.
Just this morning, Simone was sleeping in her usual spot above Hud's head on the pillow when he sneezed. Simone leaped into the air, clearing his form and landed on the other side of me! She pressed her body close to mine and glared at Hud.
It happens any time any one sneezes. It has been the same for her whole year and a half on this earth. No amount of comfort or example will assuage her suspicions.
Perhaps we should have named her, "Purell".