Mosquitoes

I have just had my first Texas summer. A lot of people told me it would be hell, it’s too hot, the humidity is unbearable, the thermometer will say 100, but it feels like 110. It’s been the only time I felt like saying to Texans, “THIS IS TEXAS! MAN UP!” I moved from Phoenix, so a few days of 100 degrees is fine. The mosquitos that come out at dusk, not so much.

I spent the first few weeks of summer in DFW with so many bites about my body, I looked like a drug addict who was running out of usable veins. If this study is true and  humans are like sweet candy to mosquitos, my blood must taste like the most exotic truffle these creatures have ever experienced. But I found a solution. After wasting money on some of Amazon’s cheaper insect repellent options, I bought the biggest machine they have. It’s huge grill like elements shine bright blue lights, to attract and destroy mosquitoes. I leave it on in my front room overnight, and that’s when it gets them. It makes a buzzing noise, which would be annoying in that it wakes me up. Except that these Texas mosquitos have been so troublesome, there something comforting about that buzz, when I get the feeling of such satisfaction that I just killed in my sleep.