I killed the season's first mosquito inside our apartment today (I got her before she got any of us - it is the female mosquitos that bite - no blood in the squished mess). How do you feel when you squish a mosquito and find a bloody mess? A sense of vengeful fulfillment or great disgust?
I digress. With all the rain and flooding we have had recently it is certainly going to be a long itchy summer.
I am happy that our neighbor (pseudo-mafia man) finally drained his cesspool of a swimming pool (above ground). It had water in it all winter long and was now a wonderful mosquito incubator.
I hate mosquitos - one reason I could not be Buddhist.
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