Molds may be the death of me. They sneak up like a thief in the night. I go to bed icing my foot from an excited engagement party injury (dancing on an over-Pine Sol’d table…you do the math and no, I won’t elaborate on this now) and wake up with the sneezes and sore throat. I wish that there was a sensor on my smoke alarm that would detect and alert me to when they’re going to strike so that I could at least fight a fair fight with Claritan-D and the usual suspects. Kinda like the carbon monoxide alarm…only allergies aren’t a silent killer.
Or are they?