Allergies Like to Fell Ray

The Bosom Brotherhood figured, Praise the Goddess, that it was cured of the terrible allergies that have always afflicted us.  Alas, not so.  Ray got into the mold, frailing him.  He had to actually go and get a shot.  Mercy!  But now Ray is recovered temporarily so we are back.

The source of the mold is a pitiful sight.  Yes it is.  All those wildflowers that sprang to great heights, all those bluebonnets, Texas stars, firewheels, horsemints, etc., eventually turned various shades of gray/brown.  Then, lo and behold, mold grew upon them. 

Espying this evil,  Ray set upon it with a swinghow, figuring to first swinghow the weeds, then mow over them.  But this world is a world of tit for tat.  So as Ray felled the moldy weeds, those moldy weeds also felled Ray. 

Ray should have worn a mask.  Always wear your mask while performing those kinds of outdoor activities, Ray.

Interestingly, the wildflowers/weeds came up at the right time to enjoy the rain and to eventually suck up all the rain. Those weeds grew big and tall, blocking out even Ogma Sunface, the God of the diurnal sky.  Yet even so, death took those weeds.  But not before they smothered all the littler plants fixng to grow up under them.  Mercy!  Now, everywhere the wildflowers grew tall or thick is a barren wasteland full of mold.  Just something to remember. 

Well.  Looks like Ray can't count on the Medicaid expansion to save him.  Unless he moves to another country way outside the Repooblico duh Tejas.  Just another tragedy of the commons.  Praise the Goddess!