Yesterday evening I paced up and down the street, waving my arms sporadically through the air. I tried sitting on a bench but couldn't remain there comfortably without frequently slapping myself.
Yes, mosquito season has begun. No more sitting or standing still outside in the evenings (or mornings) without being slathered in a smelly, slimey layer of bug spray.
We now resemble a society of crazies, waving our arms in the air, slapping ourselves, slapping our friends, and cursing randomly. Don't worry folks, it will pass eventually, when it starts to snow again.
