There’s something about this time of year, and despite our house having flywire over almost every window (which is not necessarily common here), the mosquitos love to sneak in, and prepare for their late-night dance party.
I’ll be safely tucked into bed, about to doze off, and there’s that tell-tale, maddening, high-pitched whining right next to my ear. And I can be extremely close to sleep, but that noise will yank me out, have my heart racing and me slapping myself for dear life, in a fraction of a second. And of course it is all for nothing, because that damn mosquito is gone.
Having a kid now, I notice them more. Because although they don’t seem to wake him up in the night, it doesn’t mean they don’t ravage him. So, if I see those tell-tale red bumps…
It’s time to go mosquito hunting.
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With the end of summer approaching, we finally got around to ordering flyscreens for the windows in our house. A week or two before they were set to be installed, I was nonchalantly brushing my teeth in the bathroom, windows wide open to let out the shower steam, when I was startled by the sound of an approaching 747…
