I just found out recently that we have fifty kinds of these here. I think I met every single one today.
It's a fact of life in the Ozarks in the summer that you spray yourself down with OFF or something like it if you go outside in the evening unless you want to devoured a milimeter at a time. So the boys and I are prepared for mosquitoes.
What we weren't prepared for was their new hours. The boys walked dogs yesterday morning and came home complaining that the mosquitoes had been biting them. I thought maybe they were imagining things. Then Gary and I took a walk and they descended on us too.
This evening I sprayed myself down and stepped out to my garden to check on things. I was immediately swarmed. They bit me through my clothes, they even bit the exposed areas of skin I'd sprayed. I valiantly picked a few green beans, but did not do any of the weeding I'd planned to do. It was simply overwhelming.
I did a search on this phenomena and found out that due to all the flooding, mosquitoes are at record numbers, which means a greater opportunity to come in touch with West Nile.
As if I didn't already have enough to worry about.
**slathering on aloe vera to combat the itching**