#natural repellents

[runbugzcompany]

Symptoms and Treatment for Chikungunya

Similar to Dengue, there is no vaccine or treatment to prevent Chikungunya virus. The only preventive way is to stay away from mosquitoes that carry this virus. The most common symptoms of Chikungunya are fever and joint pains which usually begin in 3–7 days after being bitten. Other symptoms are headaches, muscle pains, rashes and swelling around joints.

Chikungunya is Caused by Which Mosquito

Chikungunya virus is primarily transmitted to people through the bite of an infected mosquito, mainly Aedes aegypti and Aedes albopictus. People are the primary host of chikungunya virus during epidemic periods. Mosquitoes become infected when they feed on a person who already has the virus.

These symptoms and their intensity vary from person to person. A person normally starts recovering within a week but the pain in joints can last for months. Once a person has been infected, he or she may get this disease again only in rarest of circumstances. Treatment of chikungunya involves taking rest, drinking plenty of fluids and taking pain killers as per doctor’s prescription.

Even if the infected person is consuming medicines for other reasons, they should always consult their doctor for consumption of these medicines while infected with chikungunya. The spread of chikungunya is similar to that of the dengue virus, it is transmitted from the same kind breed of mosquitoes and in similar fashion.

Mosquitoes, with their itchy bites and potential for transmitting diseases, are a nuisance that many people contend with, especially in warmer climates or during the summer months. While chemical-based mosquito repellents have been the go-to solution for many, there’s a growing interest in natural alternatives, particularly herbal mosquito repellents. These products harness the power of nature to fend off mosquitoes without the potential risks associated with synthetic chemicals. Use natural repellents and stay safe from mosquitoes.

Original Source: Natural herbal mosquito repellent

[scienceswitch]

How to Get Rid of Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes are more than just a nuisance – they can completely ruin your ability to enjoy the outdoors during spring and summer. Their unrelenting biting and buzzing can make your backyard unusable. Even more alarmingly, certain species like the Aedes aegypti mosquito can transmit dangerous diseases such as Zika virus, dengue fever, chikungunya and yellow fever. Luckily, there are many highly…

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[reality-detective]

BREAKING NEWS!

Scientists have found an effective and natural method to repel mosquitoes..

All you have to do is mix these essential oils with olive oil, and you will make a mosquito repellent that works better than commercial insect repellents.

Recipe :

• 2 f oz Extra virgin olive oil

• 10 drops of lemongrass oil

• 8 drops of eycalaptus

• 5 drop of lavander

The mixture works as a great bug repellent as well as a few benefits for the skin.

Olive oil is one of the best things to use to make your own repellent because it's also an organic insecticide. 🤔

[the-blaze-empress]

so genloss is all about breaking the 4th wall right? right. when ranboo wakes up he realises that there is no 4th wall. every time the stream ‘glitches’ we’re seeing through to whats actually happening, we’re seeing beyond the 4th wall and potentially so are the characters (im looking at u sneeg). the mask is what keeps the 4th wall in place for ranboo, but thats not where it ends. the breaking of the 4th wall doesnt just stop with the characters.

what im loving about genloss is the psychological horror and how well and uniquely its handled. its fairly clear at this point that ranboo is not in control of their actions, but has been able to break free/has tried to break free at multiple points. showfall media is the one in control, not ranboo.

but thats not where it ends. genloss is a live show for a reason, and that reason is chat. without chat, genloss would not be able to be what it is. throughout the stream there’s things to do; buttons to press, decisions to make, pipes to rearrange. they exist for a reason.

the first episode was relatively tame compared to what we’ve seen since. options were things like ‘where should i look’ and ‘what wacky device should i use against the guy made of slime’ (i could probably write a whole other post about the connotations of blood and slime but that is For Later). those choices dont seem in spirit with something advertised as psychological horror. the entire first episode was kinda... tame honestly.

theres a reason for that. think back to the inauguration video chain. the first question was harmless, cats or dogs? it got you used to the mechanics of the ‘game’, made you familiar with the concept of ‘pressing buttons’. the first episode serves the same purpose; desensitise chat to pressing buttons, so when the decisions switch from ‘where should i look’ to ‘who do i leave to die’ all they really see is a button, without any real consequences. it’s just a button, we should press it.

showfall media isnt just manipulating the characters, its manipulating us.

what i found really interesting is jerma also being able to manipulate the controls, as such, when he solved the pipe puzzle. it established that chat arent the only ones able to use these controls, and i fear what it’s going to bring. i think that showfall is going to start rigging things in their favour, but we won’t be able to tell. one person alone cannot tell what thousands of others voted in this scenario, so there isnt a way to tell that the vote was rigged from the start. and it gives showfall such an easy way out. chat voted, thats what they wanted. we are going to be tricked into ‘wanting’ what showfall wants, ‘doing’ what they want us to do, even if we’re not the ones with the masks that connect to our fucking brains.

there was never any 4th wall. we’re just as deep into this as ranboo is

[wachinyeya]

The student-led startup from Nigeria recycles plastic sachets into paint, and adds an organic insect repellent to fight malaria.

[sesamenom]

more of Mae's adventures in Castle Dracula

aka: Maedhros used Punch! It's super effective!

[dockaspbrak]

I cant imagine just working tomorrow. Normal style if things go rotten wtf

[knox-knocks]

what are y’alls thoughts on a certain rainbow angel goalkeeper maybe being not as nice as she puts on…

[noecoded]

hey guys i hope everyone is having a wonderful holidayy ^_^<33 full of fun things and gameing. nd giving asmo the appropriate amt of love and attention he deserves etc

[bgmoth]

this is obviously going to vary from person to person, and I'm not at the end of the butch spectrum, but I've always found the question why I want to dress "masculine" odd. I don't want to dress masculine as a goal. my goal is to dress for myself, with things I find comfortable. it just so happens that a good portion of today's women's clothing is designed for the people who would be looking at it, while most men's clothing is designed for the person who would be wearing it

[fallershipping]

Anabel is for certain an Introvert, while Looker's a contemporary Ambivert. He doesn't mind crowds, but not actively seeking them. He doesn't want to be the life of the party, but he can strike up a good conversation with strangers. It's not uncommon at all-- A majority of the human race works like this.

It's beneficial for them both really. Looker himself acts as a bridge between Anabel and complete strangers. Eccentric, but still mild and down to earth. Looker in turn appreciates that Anabel's quiet presence is in of itself her form of affection, and finds comfort in having time for independence as well as time spent being a couple.

... Anabel also thinks that a dating an extrovert would be far too irritating and noisy to deal with-- sometimes finding loud, extroverted trainers that fixate far too much on battling to be abysmal company. (She's seen plenty.)

Looker's focus on Pokemon beyond battling and his appreciation for a peaceful life without the glitz and glamour of celebrity trainers, championships, and other things people seem to believe are the 'ideal trainer personality traits' is such a breath of fresh air by comparison.

Edit: Looker in comparison... He's not really avoidant of whether or not someone is extro, ambi, or introvert. As long as someone isn't despicable, horrendously evil, and/or corrupt, he's pretty on board. But he can sniff out bad intentions for certain. He sees those red flags and he's not about that.

[angstymilfy]

Hope it works. Mosquitoes eat me alive! Last year I got the yard sprayed for it, after the pest control guy swore it didn’t affect flowers and whatnot (cause save the 🐝). But he was just a dirty fucking liar because I got hardly any blooms and it killed my damn shrubs.

So this year, I’ll be hoping 👆🏻works, and spreading it around in random little bowls wherever I’m hanging out outside. Lucky I have a plethora of random little bowls from all my failed pottery experiments. bonus

[mydream-synopsis]

i need to inhale togame

[writterings]

there's something kinda morbid about glue bug traps. like they don't even die from them, they just get stuck and THEN die a few hours or even days later. just stuck.

[tanglepelt]

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Danny Has a run in with a certain crime lord and runs.

So, Lady Gotham just dumped him. Danny is now in a completely different place. Still Gotham. Just who knows where. Back to ground one for getting a lay of the land.

Time to initiate operation get some sleep. Hopefully best plan he’ll have this week, this was not Danny’s exhaustion talking.

Standing from his seated position he dusted off his jeans. The alleyway wasn’t that impressive, the dumpster in the corner and ratty old mattress was the most eventful thing. Litter did line the alley as well. This place really was down in the dumps. Avoiding the broken glass and loose bits of buildings he peeked into the street.

The street ahead of him was lined with poorly maintained buildings. Broken windows boarded up with plywood and some with cardboard. Some building seemed to be falling apart. Literal chucks of rubble where on the street. They even looked like they had been bombed and hints of massive fires.

Well, Danny could find an abandoned building or something to stay in. There had to be a condemned building or two. It was just a matter of finding one.

He could see lights flickering in some of the buildings. Whether legally occupied or not he wasn’t trespassing. Other people out there are probably hiding out. Sticking to the side of the road he began to walk. He���d peer down any alley in the street. Nothing much just more trash.

As Danny was walking, he could feel the corrupted ectoplasma getting stronger as he walked. Wherever he was had a great volume of it. Some event happened here that change the course of Gotham. There was more than just corrupt ectoplasma here.

Danny could sense something unexpected. Something that could be helpful, a natural repent.

Rancid ectoplasma.

Rancid and dangerous. You only get it when ectoplasma is left to fester, often being fed. It had to be maintained, else it would just stay corrupted. Typically, healthy offerings are given to feed it. It was as if he was back in the ream at the River of Revulsion.

Frostbite had explained it to him after the whole infa-map incident. The ghost had let himself fester in the ectoplasma. He had taken lives back in the human realm to create these puddles of grossness. That it refused to decontaminate. There had been talk about how the ghost had tons of the stuff hidden and scattered amongst the human realms. None were ever found if they had been left behind, they’d only be getting worse. Just as they sealed away Pariah, they bound the ghost to the river.

If a puddle was in Gotham, he could camp out there. Even with Lady Gotham’s promise to hide his signature why not add more layers of protection. His belt, Gotham and a natural repellant would be great.

Frostbite did warn of health issues regarding dirty and corrupt ectoplasma. It was a full-on lecture. Jazz had taken the notes as he had zoned out. He knows there was side effects of being exposed to them. Both had different clean up methods as well.

Corrupt ectoplasma had natural ways to be cleansed. Blob ghost loved the stuff. As soon as he solved the whole war issue and running away problem, he could probably pencil in a town cleansing. Just a matter of releasing the blobs. Only liminals or those with ectoplasma would even be able to see them. Clearing the corrupt ectoplasma would bring a feeling of calm to liminals and allow weak spirits to cross easier.

There was no natural way to clean ectoplasma. It wasn’t natural. It took effort to get it dirty. Sacrifices to be specific. Cleaning it wasn’t easy. It took flushing it out of a system and could be destructive if just suddenly removed. The whole reason the river of revulsion existed. It would cause a huge explosion in the infinite realm if they just removed it.

One of them caused violence and lack of emotional control. The other made ghost more obsessive more desperate they were less likely to move on to their afterlife. There were probably more issues they caused. The explosion part was more exciting to listen to. Danny really should have paid more attention. He did know that a new version of doom had released that day.

In his defense he lived where the veil was natural. He did not have to worry about the dangers of non-pure ectoplasma. Even the food he ate was contaminated with it. Not whatever is going on here. Forced open death ectoplasma not his cup of tea. Do not collet $200 and do not pass go vibes going on here.

Yet again his ghost sense went off. It was wrong. It wasn’t the chill he knew.

Looking around Danny spotted a red figure on a roof.

It wasn’t red robin. The blurry picture on the internet did not have his face completely covered by a red... helmet? Hood? It was red and covering his face. Whoever he was did not appear when he searched up vigilantes. There were no other beings around so obviously it was a ghost. Add in the feeling of disgust and the feeling of revulsion. It wasn’t just any ghost, but one that needed to be decontaminated. This was a problem.

 With a blink the figure was now right in front of him.

When the figure was in front of him, Danny most certainly did not jump. Nope he is not sitting on the ground after being startled. He looked at Red and could clearly see his chest breathing. Was this guy contaminated? Was he not a ghost? Couldn’t be a halfa. Jazz, Tucker, and Sam never set off his ghost sense. Why did he? Maybe this was a trick. The breathing could be a trick.

Red’s hand was suddenly in front of Danny “kid, don’t you know it’s dangerous to be out in Gotham this late at night, especially crime ally.”

The way he was positioned directly in front of him and his stance ready to grab him had to be intentional. It would make running nearly impossible unless he used his powers.

Jazz didn’t raise a fool; Danny was not going to let him grab him that easy. Danny just glared at him, the dude didn’t even care. As he twisted to the side to push himself up, he felt as sharp pain in his stomach. It felt like being stabbed all over again, then it felt like it was on fire. He pulled something, did something. With a wince he, still sitting on the ground, clutched his chest.

“You need medical attention. Rather you not pass out on the street.” Red said with concern.

Danny yet again glared once again it was ignored. “I’m fine” he snapped.

Red gave him a pointed look. “Kid, I can see the bruising on your eyes. Your clearly injured. Just let me help you.”  

“Its fine, it will heal.”

Red just looked mildly annoyed at Danny attempts to avoid the problem. Red shifted his stance yet again.

The two argued back and forth a bit more.

“One way or another you’re getting medical attention. I know you need help. Just come with me and you can leave once you’re all patched up.”

Screw it.

Ignoring his newfound pain, he forced himself up from a sitting position. Just in time for red to reach out for him. It was now or never. He went intangible.

The same burning pain was back. Just like his very essence was being torn apart. It was draining and painful. He couldn’t maintain the intangibility for long. It was already flickering and forcing himself back into being tangible. It lasted long enough. Red hadn’t shown any hesitance or shock but couldn’t follow him through the wall of two buildings.

By the time he couldn’t keep it up. He was inside one of the buildings. Thankfully it was empty. Majority of the windows were boarded up from the outside. He could tell Red was still lingering. He could feel the ectoplasma, thankfully It was getting farther away.

Red wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him again. He knew to feel for the gross ectoplasma.

The building he was in empty. There was nothing here. Well minus rubble. The only light came through the cracks in the boards on the windows. He needed something with more light. He needed to check himself over. There was a sketchy staircase he was going to explore.

The steps were creaky and loose as he went up them. This place wouldn’t pass an inspection, but neither would the house back in Amity. So, he just continued up. It led to a door.

The door would not want to open. He pushed and pulled it like a normal person. When that didn’t work, he looked around for any reason it was stuck. The door wasn’t locked. It was metal so maybe it rusted or something. Would that keep it from opening? Adding a little more oomph to his push the door opened.

The door led to a roof top. Looking around he could see why the door wouldn’t open. There was a wall all around the roof, its intention in the past to keep people from falling off. Now it was in ruins. Bits and pieces of rubble laying around. There was a recently disturbed pile of rocks by the opened door. When it crumbled some most of blocked the door.

The moon was shining bright in the sky. He could make this work. There was a little bump out where the two walls met. He took the bag off his back and started to pilfer through it. He took out the med kit from the bag and set it down.

Taking off the sweatshirt off he could see how big of a problem this was going to be. The sweatshirt had fresh blood. It may be black, but he could feel the wetness. It’s not like it had been raining around here. The bandages proved the story true. They were red.

He needed a second before handling it. Sitting against one of the walls.

After just a little bit. He began the task of unwrapping, sewing and re bandaging. Thankfully the bad had a t-shirt and a second sweatshirt. This one was just black with a little green ghost on it. Sam had gotten it for him as a gift. Said it was ironic.

The med kit also had a few vials of pure ectoplasma. Normally he’d mix it in with some food after a patrol gone bad. It helped speed up his recovery. Not nearly as powerful as the ecto-dejecto but he didn’t have another one of those. He grabbed one and chugged it like it was a shot.

Now was as good as any other time to check out the envelope in the bag. He wasn’t sure who put it there. Sam was responsible for the bags being made but the whole group did now the locations of the go-bags.

The envelope had $500 in cash. No doubts Sam’s contribution. It also held a note.

Little Brother,

It’s been over 24 hours since we’ve last seen or heard from you.

We know you went to send the warning but have not seen you since. There have been no check-ins, not texts no notes. You’ve just vanished. We knew the warning got delivered. The three of us all felt it. Would have been nice to know we would glow green.

Thankfully we weren’t around anyone when it happened.

Tucker pulled the footage for the portal from the time you left in the morning until the next morning.

There were no records of any footage. Nothing about the portal being opened. It was all gone. Mom and dad erased all footage from the lab. There is nothing, tucker couldn’t even recover the footage.

For them to erase any of their footage is never a good sign. They still have the corrupt footage from the lab accident and that’s something they could never fix.

No way to interrogate them even subtly. Last anyone saw of them they were speeding towards the town outskirts. That was about an hour before I got home.

We had no choice but to bug frostbite.

He and pandora saw you off the night prior.

We all know something happened. Frostbite and Pandora said they’d still guard the portal. They are worried for you; they want to know if you’re okay.

I want you to remember Tucker, Sam and I are here for you. Don’t go through this alone. Do not ignore us.

-Jazz

There lies the problem. He did have to do it alone. He would put the rest in danger. If frostbite and Pandora knew. Others had to know. The ghost are all gossips. Someone would have seen them talking to the humans.

Packing up his bag and looking up at the surprisingly clear night sky, Danny decided sleeping on a roof was a wise ides. He fell asleep with the stars shining above him.