I hear her wings whine
as she lands, ready to bite.
Smack! I strike her down.
Living next to wetlands is amazing for birding, but shitty for mosquitoes. They are everywhere right now. I can’t even take my son outdoors because the little bloodsuckers practically eat him alive. And we know right away when he’s been bitten; the area swells up to twice its normal size and turns bright red. One bit him next to his eye the other day, and it looked like he’d been punched.
These intrepid little creatures put the verb in bug. They are irritating, to say the least, robbing us of sleep if we are unfortunate enough to have one trapped in our bedroom. Their high pitched whine bombarding our ears, warning of potential itching from their bites in the morning. They make outings unbearable, driving us indoors. They carry nasty diseases, (malaria, filariasis (aka elephantiasis), encephalitis, West Nile virus, yellow fever, dengue) killing millions every year in developing countries.
I’m hoping this flying plague passes, and soon. I would like to spend some quality time out of doors where I don’t have to stand vigil over my toddler, swatting away tiny airborne bodies, as he frolics in the grass.